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Chapter 3079

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Jiang Yao restrained herself and lowered her head to drink the soup.

No matter how delicious it was, it couldn't be compared to Lu Xingzhi's cooking.

Lu Xingzhi's culinary skills were honed bit by bit for the sake of taking care of her. He would learn whatever she wanted to eat.

All these years, Lu Xingzhi had never complained that she was clumsy and didn't know how to do housework. As soon as she entered the kitchen, he was worried that she would get hurt.

The more Jiang Yao drank the fish soup, the sadder she felt. She missed Lu Xingzhi more and more.

Jiang Yao didn't eat. She drank some fish soup and ate some vegetables before putting down her bowl and chopsticks. Zhuang Chengshan didn't say anything. He put down the bowl and chopsticks the moment she put down her bowl and chopsticks. He quickly cleaned up the dishes, took off his apron, and walked out of the kitchen.

"Do you want me to take you for a walk around?" Zhuang Chengshan asked.

"I don't want to go." Jiang Yao shook her head. "I want to go back to my room to sleep."

"Okay, then go to sleep. Call me when you wake up. I'll make you some fruit salad. If you don't have an appetite, you should eat more fruit. The fruit on the island is very sweet and juicy." Zhuang Chengshan's tone became very gentle. He smiled and watched Jiang Yao go upstairs.

But …

When Jiang Yao's figure disappeared from his sight, the smile on his face, which was so gentle that it could kill people, instantly changed. A sinister and cold expression returned to his face.

This was the original Zhuang Chengshan. This was the real Zhuang Chengshan.

He specially went up to the second floor. After confirming that Jiang Yao had returned to her room, he stood at the staircase and made a call.

"It's been so many days. Have you caught the person?" As soon as the person on the other end picked up the call, Zhuang Chengshan spoke directly. He didn't even bother to address the person. "Let's play a different game."

"Oh, what game?" the person on the other end asked with interest.

"Let Lu Xingzhi play a game of two choices." Zhuang Chengshan's lips curled into a sinister smile. "The child that saved his good friend's life or his own child. Let him choose between the two. Don't kill the child yet. Let Lu Xingzhi exchange his own son for the child."

"Wow, that's exciting. I like this game..." The person on the other end of the phone.... "What about Lu Xingzhi's child? For me? "

"Give it to me. Other than Jiang Yao, I have everything else. Just tell me and I'll give it to you," Zhuang Chengshan said.

"Looks like it's a profitable business." The person on the other side of the phone was increasingly satisfied. "Alright, I'll play this game."

. "" Be careful. Don't expose yourself. Lu Xingzhi is bent on catching us. Don't get yourself involved, "Zhuang Chengshan warned.

"Don't worry. I'm not that stupid." The man's tone was incomparably confident. Then, he took the initiative to hang up Zhuang Chengshan's call.

In the room, Jiang Yao wasn't sleeping at all. She knew that Zhuang Chengshan had gone upstairs not long after her and even stayed in front of her room for a while.

However, Jiang Yao didn't expect to hear so much after that.

Jiang Yao recognized the voice of the man on the phone. It was the owner of the white car. He was a young man who looked to be in his twenties. No, he could only be described as a big boy.

Jiang Yao also didn't expect that her casual mention of missing the child would save the life of the primary school student who had tipped her off.

From what that person said, the child was now in his hands.

Zhuang Chengshan saw that she missed the child, so he wanted to help her bring the child to the island?

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