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Ruan Sisi was also looking at her, and her almond-shaped eyes did not have the previous trust in them. "Xianrou, are those people on Weibo telling the truth?"
Jiang Xianrou raised her head in a panic and met her eyes.
Ruan Sisi looked at her with very complicated eyes. Doubt, surprise, and disbelief could be seen in them.
Jiang Xianrou keenly caught her hidden contempt.
The look of contempt in Ruan Sisi's eyes was like a needle stuck in her heart!
"Sisi." Jiang Xianrou took the lead to avoid her gaze. Her face was pale as she pushed the chair away and stood up irritably, picked up the phone on her desk, and said, "I'll go out and make a call first."
She left without allowing Ruan Sisi to continue asking her questions after speaking.
She hurriedly left the cafe as if she was escaping.
Jiang Xianrou didn't go far to find a remote corner of the road. She lowered her head and looked impatiently at the text message Jiang Zongjin sent her.
The more she looked, the more anxious she became.
She frowned, took another deep breath, pinched her palms and forced herself to calm down, and then called
Jiang Zongjin.
Three hours had passed since the incident happened.
During the three or four hours that the matter was fermenting, Jiang Xianrou's phone was disconnected. Even Old Master Jiang had to call her twice before she answered it reluctantly.
Afterward, she quickly turned it off to prevent anyone from contacting her.
Her actions were equivalent to preventing anyone from finding her and asking her to go to the Internet to clarify for Qiao Nian. There was originally no problem, but now...
Jiang Xianrou made the first call, but Jiang Zongjin didn't answer.
She bit her lip, feeling increasingly insecure and flustered.
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