Ji Zuo lay on the sofa, disappearing into the night. There was someone from the Nan Family by the Young Master's side?
He closed his eyes and thought.
Who could it be?
A few seconds later, he reached for his phone, opened his eyes, took a look, and called his young master.
Mochen's phone was under his pillow. When he heard the vibration, he glanced at Weiwei, got up quietly, and left the bedroom with his phone.
When the call was connected, Ji Zuo said softly, "Young Master, I received news that there is someone from the Nan Family by your side, but I'm not sure who it is yet."
Mochen nodded. "Got it."
Ji Zuo said, "I intend to stay in Jin City for the time being to take care of this mess, so that the Nan Family won't keep thinking about it."
Mochen said, "Mm, be careful."
Ji Zuo said, "Alright, Young Master, you can rest now."
Mochen laughed coldly. "There's no way I can rest now, you go ahead with your work."
With that, he ended the call and went to the study.
The Nan Family had been preparing for a few hundred years. If they didn't have this bit of foundation, would they even be worthy of the presidency?
There would probably be people from the Nan Family at the President's residence.
He made a call to He Lianxiao, then had a meeting with Ji You and Mohan.
On Ji Zuo's side, he waited for the blood test results from the hospital, smoking one cigarette after another.
When the sun rose, all the blood test results were out.
Baili Yu had Jiang Ling's blood test report on his side, and he could tell what was wrong with the numbers at a glance.
There were a total of more than ten abnormal blood test results, and they were very similar to Jiang Ling's.
Those people were all isolated and interrogated.
Ji Zuo then returned to the bedroom, glanced at Qianqian, and laid down beside her. He hugged her with his long arms and closed his eyes to rest.
…
By the time Qianqian woke up, it was already noon. She felt a heavy arm on her, but she didn't move. She turned her head and saw that Ji Zuo was still sleeping soundly.
In the middle of the night, she woke up in a daze. He was not there.
Did he go back to work after she fell asleep?
Thus, she lay there quietly, accompanying him, accompanying this man who used his body to protect her at all times.
He had treated her so well, but he wanted to break up with her because of a video.
What was in that video?
Lowering her head, she looked at the large hand hanging by her side. His fingers were long and slender with distinct joints. There were even some calluses on his palm.
Looking at the position, it was the position where the spear was used for many years.
The sunlight outside the window passed through the curtains and shone on his face. It was dark, but there was a sense of haziness. It contrasted with his facial features, like an old photo with noise added, giving him a very different feeling.
Just as he was lost in thought, his phone rang.
Seeing that it was her father, she quickly picked up the call. Glancing at Ji Zuo, who was still unconscious, she said softly, "Dad."
Murong Ting was speechless.
Why is her voice so soft?
It sounds like he hasn't woken up yet!
His expression was as complicated as Weiwei's. After a long time, he coughed lightly and said, "Why don't you take a good look at yourself? Don't be too indulgent just because you're young, especially with Ji Zuo. It's not good for his health."
Qianqian was speechless.
What was Dad saying?
As if she was having too much fun!
This was her biological father!
Murong Ting also felt awkward. "Wake up early. You won't be coming over for lunch, right?"
"Mm," Qianqian replied.
Murong Ting said, "Come over for dinner."
Qianqian said softly, "Dad, Ji Zuo and I are in Jin City now."
Jin City?
Now in Jin City?
The morning news reported that someone in Jin City had heard an explosion in the middle of the night. The official news was that the cause was unknown and they were still investigating!
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