Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

Seeing that he also knew that this time it was all thanks to Qiao Nian's help behind his back, He Lin hesitated and said, "Clan leader, actually you should have a good talk with Miss Qiao."

Ji Lingfeng said nothing, neither agreed nor objected.

He Lin plucked up the courage to continue: "You were trying to protect her... but in fact you didn't really want to fall out with her or disown her."

The previous generation of the Ji family was a mess.

People outside didn't know the grudges of the previous generation, so they thought the patriarch was not good to Miss Qiao.

In fact, he has been with the clan leader for so many years, and he knows that the truth is not what is reported outside.

And he saw that Miss Qiao was willing to help this time, probably because he saw that the patriarch was not as indifferent to her as he showed.

Otherwise, just the fact that the clan leader wanted to hand over the Ji family to Miss Qiao would not be enough to convince him to help.

"Patriarch, you can actually take this opportunity to make it clear to Miss Qiao..."

"okay."

Ji Lingfeng waved his hands, exhausted, as if he didn't want to continue the discussion.

"Go and keep an eye on Juyi Hall, and call all the remaining elders as soon as possible."

"...Yes." He Lin secretly observed him: "Clan leader, what do you want...?"

Ji Lingfeng's eyes didn't look much like Qiao Nian's. They were softer, probably more like his mother's, and not as provocative as Qiao Nian's.

However, Ji Lingfeng still has half of Ji Wu Falcon's blood flowing through his body. His eyes are very similar to Qiao Nian's, they both have the kind of calm determination that is hard to shake after making a decision.

"She sent all the people here. If I don't use this opportunity to give those people a good beating, wouldn't it be a waste of her efforts."

He Lin opened his mouth and said to himself, 'Since you know Miss Qiao's thoughts, why can't you sit down and talk to Miss Qiao properly, why are you so stubborn?'

However, when he saw Ji Lingfeng picking up the documents on the table with a serious expression and starting to work, he silently withdrew again.

Forget it, the patriarch and Miss Qiao will talk to each other one day.

**

Outside.

After Mo Dong handed the person over to He Lin according to Qiao Nian's instructions, he returned to the intersection across a street, where a green jeep was parked.

He walked to the passenger window, looked at the girl sitting in the half-open window, and said softly: "...Miss Qiao, I have already handed her over to them."

The girl was playing with a silver lighter in her hand.

Mo Dong stood in a position where he could clearly see the lighter running between her fingers. It was quite an old lighter. In addition to the silver material, there were already signs of wear and tear on the edges.

However, Qiao Nian seemed to like this lighter very much, and Sanwu would take it out to play with from time to time.

Mo Dong's eyes paused on the lighter for a second and then moved away. After thinking for a while, he continued: "Why don't you tell Emperor Ji that it was you who came to help him this time?"

In such a long time, this was the first time Mo Dong went on a mission with Qiao Nian.

It's not his fault.

What an eye-opener he was at Bay Marina.

Qiao Nian didn't bring many people this time. Previously, a few dishonest little shrimps complained privately that they were asked to contribute again.

The results of it?

Miss Qiao silently cut off the signal at the Bay Pier for several hours with more than one person, and those high-tech weapons were sprayed out as if they were free.

Mo Dong still felt that the girl was sitting in front of the computer, her broken hair on her forehead was blown by the wind, her dark eyes were looking at the sea level, her legs were crossed and she asked him if he wanted a laser gun.

The tone was like asking him if he wanted a candy.