Jiang Xianrou raised her eyebrows, and her arrogant face showed undisguised annoyance. She frowned and said to Tang Wanru, "I'll call her and ask her what's going on and why she called the police."
She took out her cell phone and said in a natural tone, "If she wasn't injured, I would ask her to stop pestering Zhou Wei. That's enough."
Tang Wanru watched her call Qiao Nian and didn't quite agree with her getting involved, but she didn't stop her either.
Maybe deep down in her heart, what she was thinking was similar to Jiang Xianrou's. Since Qiao Nian was not injured, there was no need to make a big deal out of it. Moreover, asking the police to arrest Zhou Wei was going too far. It would be good to have someone to talk to.
*
On the other side, there are villas around the city.
Qiao Nian had just arrived home. After returning, she went up to the room on the second floor, changed her bloody clothes, took a shower, and poured hot water over her body. The skin on her back and shoulders was bruised, and she noticed that the skin was broken where she had been ambushed.
Qiao Nian simply checked the wound and applied disinfectant alcohol on herself. It should be painful to sprinkle alcohol on the injured and broken skin, but she acted as if she was used to it. Her eyebrows were raised, and there was no emotion in her dark eyes. She disinfected the wound and applied medicine calmly, then found a set of clean clothes to put on. With water still dripping from her hair, she walked slowly to the bed...
It's as if he wasn't injured at all.
When she came out, her cell phone just lit up. Qiao Nian picked up the phone from the bed in annoyance and glanced at the incoming call with dull eyes.
Beijing city number.
The kind she didn't have in stock.
She hung up the phone.
I was just about to put down my phone and go blow dry my hair.
Who knew the phone would buzz again.
Qiao Nian picked up the phone on the bed and looked at it again. It was still the same number.
"Tsk, you're pretty persistent."
She stared at the caller ID on her phone. The other party seemed to be calling her again if she didn't answer. In order to avoid further bothering her later, Qiao Nian hung up the call and decisively added the phone number to the blacklist. Now the world is quiet!
She blacked out the phone number and looked at her phone again, and found that Liang Bowen had sent her a message asking her when she would return to school.
Qiao Nian casually replied "tomorrow".
After replying, he turned the phone to silent mode, threw it back on the bedside, lifted the black hair that brushed across his brow, walked forward, and went to find a hair dryer to blow dry his hair.
…
downstairs.
Ye Wangchuan and Gu San just came back.
The man's body was filled with a faint smell of blood, and he seemed to have not yet come out of his violent mood. His brows were slightly gloomy and his eyes were slightly cold.
Seeing Jiang Li coming over, Gu San tactfully walked towards the kitchen: "Master Wang, I'll go make you a cup of tea."
Ye Wangchuan walked towards the sofa in the living room.
Jiang Li followed him all the way. When he saw him sit down, he could no longer hold back and asked him anxiously, "How is it? Did those hooligans confess? Why did they want to trouble Nian Nian?"
He also asked Qiao Nian this question in the car, but Qiao Nian only mentioned a name and nothing else.
He was completely confused and had no idea what was going on.
Jiang Li didn't get the truth from Qiao Nian so he had to ask Ye Wangchuan.
He paced back and forth in annoyance, then walked back, grabbed a handful of hair, ruffled his handsome hairstyle, raised his eyes, frowned, and emphasized his tone: "Master Wang, are they unwilling to tell us?"
Generally speaking, in this kind of situation, underworld rules prohibit one from revealing the person behind the crime. Once caught, they will usually just take the blame and won't easily reveal the person behind the crime.
(End of this chapter)