C3142 This Burden Was Heavy Was It?
Jiaang Zhaozheng was dressed in black. He looked very haggard, especially his face. It was as if he had not slept well. His eyes were as red as a rabbit's.2
Jiaang Zhaokang had just gotten into trouble today. It couldn't be related to last night. If Jiaang Zhaozheng was pretending now, wouldn't it be a little too much?
Or was it really as Chu Yichen had said, something else had happened in Jiaang family?
He didn't intend to stay in Jiaang family for long. He just wanted to see the reaction of the people of Jiaang family. Today, the people of Jiaang family were very strange, and Jiaang Zhaomu didn't come in at all.
Jiaang Yutong was so calm that she didn't seem like an ordinary person. Jiaang Zhaozheng seemed to be overly sad and sad. As for the other people of the Jiaang family, none of them showed up.
Liu Muran didn't want to stay in the Jiaang family for long. He looked inside the crystal coffin. It was a dark mass of Jiaang Zhaokang. He lit an incense stick and said goodbye. He said that the day of the coffin's burial would come again.
Jiaang Zhaozheng very politely sent Liu Muran out. When Liu Muran saw Jiaang Zhaomu at the door, he stopped walking and said, "Mr. Jiaang, from now on, the burden of the Jiaang family will fall on you."
Jiaang Zhaozheng's facial expression changed again. He secretly looked at Jiaang Zhaomu in the distance.
Hehe. His father had given the order to let him handle the matter on the surface. In the future, he would make the decision of his own family.
He was the one who made the decision, but in fact, it was Jiaang Zhaomu who made the decision.
Big Brother hadn't even died yet, but his family had already done such a disgusting thing. Although he didn't like Big Brother, it really chilled his heart.
Furthermore, he was now a puppet of the Jiaang family, and it was hard to say what he would do.
In the past, he had been proud of being a child of the Jiaang family, but now, he was filled with regret.
When he looked over, Jiaang Zhaomu's eyes were also looking in his direction. He quickly retracted his gaze and politely replied to Liu Muran. "Jiaang family is the responsibility of everyone in Jiaang family. How can it be my own credit? Mr. Liu, do as you wish. "
Liu Muran said his goodbyes and immediately returned home. Chu Yichen, Su Ningning and the others were waiting for him. Both of them had a serious expression on their faces. When they saw him coming in, Chu Yichen and Su Ningning quickly went over to greet him, "Little brother."
The three of them quickly went upstairs. Because Chung Wenyao was resting, no one disturbed her. They found a quiet and safe place to sit down.
Su Ningning looked at Liu Muran with a serious expression, "Little brother, what's the situation in Jiaang family?"
Liu Muran told Chu Yichen and Su Ningning everything he saw. Su Ningning frowned. "No wonder Jiaang Zhaomu's people contacted me just now. They said they would give me money within two days."
No matter what the people of Jiaang family were thinking, at least all of their steps and actions had been predicted by Chu Yichen. Right now, the Jiaang family was wholeheartedly supporting Jiaang Zhaomu.
Su Ningning narrowed her eyes and knocked on the table with her fingers. She thought deeply, "Chu, brother, I already have a plan in my heart. Has Prof. Hsu made any arrangements?"
Liu Muran nodded seriously. "Baby Ning, don't worry. Is there a time when little brother is not reliable?"
Su Ningning thought about it and felt that it was true. She looked at Chu Yichen. "Then I agree?"
Earning 500 million for nothing. Well, I'll keep it for An An to marry in the future. I don't know if An likes it or not.
Chu Yichen rubbed her head gently and said, "Yes. I've agreed to it. The official plan has begun."
He had promised Jiaang Zhaomu earlier that he would get more evidence as soon as possible. Only then could he truly overthrow the Jiaang family.
No one knew what Chu Yichen was thinking about. He raised his head and looked at the dusky sky outside the window. His heart unexpectedly skipped a beat.
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