If Qiao Nian was willing to give in for her, she would have done so long ago.
She had never given in and continued to suppress the He family. How could she give in now?
Jian Xianrou was simply a piece of trash!
His eyes suddenly turned ruthless. He stared at the burly man and said in a low and hoarse voice, "Tell our people that I want her to get a heavier sentence. The heavier the better! I wouldn't have ended up like this if it weren't for her. Since we're hopeless, she can forget about living well!"
"I got it."
After Brother Qiao left, He Congming took out his phone and searched for a contact number. He found Ji Ziyin's number and made a call.
His first call went unanswered.
He Congming made a second call.
After the phone rang a dozen times, Ji Ziyin was finally willing to pick up. "What's the matter? I'm at the research institute. I'll talk to you when I get back."
"Miss Ji," He Congming called out. He had no intention of hanging up. He leaned back in his chair. He wasn't so careful now that he didn't have any expectations. His voice was hoarse as he said to her, "The He family is finished."
Ji Ziyin was shocked at first. She paused for a few seconds before frowning and saying unhappily, "What are you talking about? How can the He family be finished?"
"After you returned to the Independent Continent, the He family was raided several times and even targeted by several forces. I tried to contact you, but I couldn't reach you. Now, it's difficult to do anything... Miss Ji, only you can take back your batch of goods in Beijing now. I have no way out."
He Congming didn't want to continue talking to Ji Ziyin.
He hung up the call expressionlessly as the judge banged his gavel and shouted, "Silence!"
He sat in his seat and looked coldly at Jian Xianrou, who was standing in the center, with a bone-chilling gaze.
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