2870: C2870 Despicable

C2870 Despicable

Jiaang family!

Jiaang Zhaokang and Jiaang Zhaozheng did not sleep the whole night. Both of them were not in good spirits. The atmosphere at the dining table was a little strange.

It was rare that Jiaang Yutong was not stupid enough to speak today.

Old Master Jiaang saw that everyone was not in high spirits. He knocked on the table, "What's wrong? Who are you guys looking at this early in the morning?" His tone was not good.

Jiaang Zhaokang looked at the place where Jiaang Zhaomu usually went downstairs. He felt a surge of hostility in his heart. The whole family was worried about his mess. He slept well and could not get up until now.

Jiaang Zhaozheng was also very unhappy in his heart, but he did not understand it as clearly as Jiaang Zhaokang did.

Jiaang Yutong curled her lips and wanted to leave, but she did not dare.

In the end, it was Jiaang Zhaokang who could not hold back a little. "Dad, did Zhaomu get the phone?"

Someone had to start the matter. Chu Yichen had already made such a statement. If they did not take any measures, his class would not be at ease.

Not to mention that they had collaborated with Chu Yichen.

If this Chu Yichen stopped working like a madman and fought them to the death, although they wouldn't lose, they would still suffer a great loss.

This wasn't the result they wanted.

The reason why Jiaang family came to Jingshi was to raise the status of Jiaang family to a whole new level.

Jiaang Zhaozheng, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke, "Dad, if Zhaomu really gets the phone, we have to think of a perfect plan. Last night, Third Master Chu's attitude was very clear. It was obvious that the people of Jiaang family had gotten the phone. He's not easy to deal with. "

Furthermore, he was a person who gave Jiaang Zhaozheng a headache.

"Hehe, Liu, are you afraid?"

A cold voice slowly came from the second floor. Jiaang Zhaomu was wearing a black silk shirt. His white face looked more handsome under the light, but it was a little cold.

Everyone in the hall looked up. Jiaang Zhaomu slowly walked over. His attitude was still noble and cold. There was a mocking smile on his lips. "Big Brother, so what if Chu Yichen knows? Does he have proof?"

Even an idiot would know that the Jiaang family had taken Chen Zhou's mobile phone, but without evidence, who could do anything to him?

When Old Master Jiaang saw Jiaang Zhaomu, his ashen face eased up a little, "Third brother, you are not allowed to be late in the future."

Today was breakfast, and it was also a family meeting.

The words from his mouth were reproachful, but his tone was full of pampering.

Last night, he knew that Jiaang Zhaomu had gotten his hands on the phone. As long as the phone was successfully developed, then Jiaang family would earn money every day, and their status would rise to a higher level. This was what Old Master Jiaang cared about the most.

As for what method Jiaang Zhaomu used to get his hands on the phone, he didn't care at all.

As long as he could achieve his goal.

Jiaang Zhaomu pulled over a stool and sat down. He looked at his breakfast. Perhaps Old Master Jiaang had specifically instructed him to spend some time and effort, but it was still something he liked to eat. He lowered his head and took a bite, but didn't say anything.

Jiaang Zhaokang and Jiaang Zhaozheng looked at Old Master Jiaang and Jiaang Zhaomu's attitude. They felt unpleasant in their hearts, but none of them dared to say anything.

It was Jiaang Zhaomu who had done what they had not done.

"Cough cough. What does Third Brother mean?" Jiaang Zhaokang felt angry in his heart, and he couldn't help but dig a hole for Jiaang Zhaomu.

He would deal with the trouble that Jiaang Zhaomu had caused himself, and he didn't want to give it to someone else.

Jiaang Zhaozheng's face darkened, and he couldn't be bothered to speak to Jiaang Zhaokang. This big brother really had no brains.0

However, this had nothing to do with him. He lowered his head and ate his own food.

"Jiaang Zhaomu raised his chopsticks and frowned coldly. He leaned lazily on the stool and arrogantly looked at Jiaang Zhaokang. "Big brother, you can't worry about this even if you want to."

Jiaang Zhaokang's face was ashen. He angrily threw the spoon in his hand and glared at him. "Jiaang Zhaomu, what do you mean?"

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