Jiang's father pushed the woman away slightly impatiently, walked up to Zhu Yan, and said, "Little brother, please give me some face and delete the photo!"
Zhu Yanpi smiled and said: "Who do you think you are? Why should I give you face?"
Jiang's father is also a very important figure in the business world. When has he ever been taught such a shameless lesson by a young man? The anger in his heart helped Yao rise up, and he said with a serious face: "Young man, don't make trouble for yourself. I, Jiang Dafan, will never be soft on my enemies."
Zhu Yan nodded: "Similarly, I, Zhu Yan, never show mercy to my enemies. I am a man and should be treated as such."
The two were confronting each other. Xia Yuanqiu saw that Zhu Yan hadn't returned for so long, so he came over. Seeing the two staring at each other cross-eyed, he hurriedly asked: "What's going on?" She nodded to Jiang Dafan: " Uncle Jiang!"
Jiang Dafan was stunned and frowned: "Do you know me?" He was very sure that he had never met the woman in front of him, but she seemed to know him.
Xia Yuanqiu then remembered that his face was no longer the same face as before. Jiang Dafan did not recognize him.
She smiled: "I am Xin'er's classmate. I have met you once before, maybe you don't remember!"
When he heard that he was Jiang Xin's classmate, Jiang Dafan's expression immediately changed from gloomy to clear, and he hurriedly said: "It turns out to be Xin'er's classmate. It seems that I am old and can't remember clearly."
Xia Yuanqiu reached out to hold Zhu Yan's hand and said, "He is my husband. Did you have any dispute just now?" She asked pretending to be stupid.
Jiang Dafan quickly waved his hand: "It's okay, it's okay. Since you are Xin'er's classmate, forget this little thing, but remember, those photos cannot be sent to the media."
Xia Yuanqiu nodded, glanced at the sulking woman beside him, and said, "Who is this?"
Jiang Dafan's originally relaxed brows furrowed again and said, "She is my fiancée, and we are getting married next month."
Xia Yuanqiu nodded, glanced at the young woman again, and said to Jiang Dafan: "Uncle Jiang, we have something else to do, so we'll leave first. You can do your work!"
Jiang Dafan hurriedly said: "I'm not busy, I'm not busy at all. Don't leave yet. Can you, can you tell me what's on your mind?"
Xia Yuanqiu raised her foot and slowly put it back down. She asked, "What do you want to know?"
"Anything is okay, anything is okay, as long as it's about her, it's okay!"
His eyes were slightly red, and every time he thought of his daughter, he couldn't find a single memory about his daughter and him in his mind, not even a trace.
Xin'er was his first child and his favorite child, but apart from sending her money regularly, he had never fulfilled his responsibilities as a father. He and his daughter didn't even have a photo. There were no photos taken, not even one. The family photos taken when she was a child could no longer be found after the second wife came in.
He was in a meeting that day, and his secretary hurried in to interrupt him and tell him the news of his daughter's death. At that time, he felt that the sky was about to collapse. Only then did he realize how important Xin'er was to him, but it was too late, everything was too late. .
As a father, he had no idea that Xin'er was suffering from such a serious illness. He didn't know all this until she died on the operating table.
When cleaning up Xin'er's home, he found that she had used none of the money he had sent her over the years. She had been living on her own, just like she was a child without a father and a home!