Meanwhile, in the Wei Family.
Jiang Weishang sat in the reception hall. He had already drunk three cups of tea and was looking at the bottom of the fourth. No matter how good he was at containing his anger, he couldn't help but close the corners of his mouth tightly in anger as he quietly put the teacup back on the table.
The Wei family servant was very discerning. Every time he was about to finish a cup of tea, the servant would immediately pour him a new cup. The servant would ensure that the guest would always have a cup of tea to drink.
They were using a type of tea called Yuqian Longjing.
The tea leaves were put in boiling water. The green tea leaves floated and fell in the antique tea set, emitting bursts of aroma.
In the past, Old Master Jiang would have been very interested in drinking the tea calmly, slowly enjoying the taste of the Longjing tea. However, he felt as though a thousand ants were crawling all over his body. He was in no mood to enjoy the tea now. Seeing his cup being filled again, he couldn't wait any longer and said, "Excuse me, is President Wei still busy?"
He had received a call from Jiang Li at nine o'clock in the evening, saying that Qiao Nian had beaten Wei Qi and was brought to the police station.
After receiving the call, he rushed over to the Wei Family's house. It was already eleven o'clock, but Wei Ying had yet to come out to meet him.
After sixty years in this circle, it was obvious that the other party did not give them any face and always hung on to their every action.
However, it was their family's fault this time. Even if they were to ignore him and not give him any face, all he could do was bear with it.
"About this..." The servant didn't dare to speak recklessly. Embarrassed, he bowed his head and hesitated for a moment before explaining, "Old Master Jiang, I'm sure you're also aware that the Old Master is ill. The eldest daughter is still taking care of him. I don't know whether she's free right now."
It had already been two hours. Even if Wei Ying was still busy, knowing that guests were waiting for her, she could have come down in her spare time.
Wei Ying had put on airs for the whole two hours. She clearly didn't want to meet him.
Old Master Jiang was noble his whole life. He put his teacup down again. He could no longer wait. He lifted his heavy eyebrows as he interrupted the servant.
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