"Big brother, why did you hit me?"
Gu Qize rubbed the spot where Si Yuan Yang had just hit, looking aggrieved.
Si Yuan Yang sneaked a glance at Bao Nan and coughed lightly, "You shouldn’t talk so much."
Others might not know, but he certainly does.
Ah Nan has had a high school crush on someone...
It’s that campus beauty just now...
Though her ex-boyfriends indeed were many, Gu Qize casually mentioned it in front of Ah Nan. Isn’t that asking for trouble?
Gu Qize pouted pitifully, looking like he was bullied by Si Yuan Yang.
Bao Nan stood there with a gloomy expression.
After a long time, he sighed, took out that candy box, and lovingly caressed it, a hint of a bitter smile flashing in his eyes.
He wasn’t even one of her ex-boyfriends...
What right did he have to be jealous?
Perhaps, he was just a pastime for her when she was drunk...
...
Box 101.
"Xiao Tong, here are the files you wanted."
He Wanchen sprawled on the sofa, pulling out the documents Jiang Tong requested from his briefcase.
Jiang Tong nodded in satisfaction, then reached out to take them.
She knew He Wanchen was always quick; in just one morning, he had already gathered all the information about Li Changhui.
But...
"Ah Chen, can you get the proof of his birth at Xiehe Hospital?" Jiang Tong frowned.
It’s useless to have only his personal information...
It must be the birth certificate from the birth hospital.
He Wanchen lit a cigarette and puffed out a cloud of smoke.
"It’s difficult, Xiehe Hospital is owned by the Bao Family." He sighed.
The whole of Beijing knows that getting involved in the Bao Family’s business is like trying to reach the sky.
Even though the appointed heir Bao Nan went into politics as a diplomat.
His subordinate Zuo Luan is not an easy one to deal with.
Helping Bao Nan manage the entire Bao Family obediently.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Tong rubbed her throbbing temple.
If even He Wanchen couldn’t help, then this matter might really be stalled.
She really didn’t want to find that person...
"Never mind, I’ll think of another way."
Jiang Tong sighed and tossed the documents aside.
There’s always a way out eventually; there’s no use in rushing.
"Come on, Xiao Tong, don’t worry. With your ability, what can’t you solve?"
Qiao Qian, the peacemaker of the six-member group, stepped in at the right moment to ease the atmosphere.
Jiang Tong frowned tightly, just about to sip some red wine to unwind.
The other four present nearly dug out their hearts with excitement.
Tong Dan: "Xiao Tong, just have some juice."
Qiao Qian: "Right, I’ve ordered various flavors of juice for you."
He Wanchen: "Xiao Tong, look, juice tastes much better than red wine."
Lin Yangbo: "Sister Tong, I think the mango juice is especially delicious, give it a try."
Jiang Tong: "..."
She helplessly twitched her mouth, was it really that exaggerated?
It’s just a small glass of red wine, as if she was up to something.
Jiang Tong angrily grabbed a watermelon juice nearby and started sipping it with a straw.
The four who had just dissuaded her all breathed a sigh of relief.
They were really afraid of this lady.
Clearly she was a one glass down, and still unaware.
Every time she went out with them she insisted on drinking.
And then, look what happened, she enjoyed it while they got pranked and tortured, though she had fun.
But the ones who suffered were them!
"A bunch of tightwads."
Jiang Tong pouted, slamming the half-drunk watermelon juice onto the table.
Everyone: "..."
They’re wronged!