Qiao Yuanjiang saw Tang Jingwei's call and had no intention of answering, just let the phone ring. It wasn't that he didn't want to help, but that nephew of his simply refused to give him any face. He had already reported Qiao Rulong to the old man, but it seemed to have had no effect.
After a while the phone stopped ringing, and soon the message alert sounded. Qiao Yuanjiang picked up the phone; it was a text from Tang Jingwei. Out of curiosity, Qiao Yuanjiang opened it. It only had a time and place, nothing extra.
When Qiao Yuanjiang saw that message, his expression changed abruptly. After hesitating for quite a while, he still picked up the phone and called back.
This time it was Tang Jingwei's turn not to pick up. Qiao Yuanjiang could no longer sit still; he paced back and forth in the study like an ant on a hot pan.
Flustered, Qiao Yuanjiang sent Tang Jingwei a message—What do you mean?
Tang Jingwei replied with a single line—You know what you should do!
