When the phone rang, the nanny picked it up and called Qian Jinling, "Madam, someone's looking for you. They say it's from back home!"

Qian Jinling let her two daughters watch TV for a while. She stood up and walked over to pick up the phone: "Hello, this is Qian Jinling..."

She wasn't sure who was on the other end of the line, so she spoke into the receiver.

Old Mrs. Zhan said, "Jinling, it's me, your aunt from the Zhan family!"

Qian Jinling frowned when she heard it was from the Zhan family. Qian Jinling had already learned about the recent events in the Zhan family from the news, and she also knew that her second brother had been implicated and sentenced to death.

After seeing the news, Mrs. Zhan called her and cried, asking her to think of a way to rescue Qian Jindou.

Things like that were set in stone. What could she do? She was rich, sure, but spending that kind of money would be a waste. If the higher-ups found out, they might even charge her with complicity. She couldn't take that risk.

Besides, her brothers were all much older than her. Even the third brother, Qian Jingui, was six years older than Qian Jinling, and Qian Jindou was nine years older than her. How big of a generation gap was that?

Furthermore, the old lady favored sons over daughters, a sentiment Qian Jinling had felt since childhood. Of her brothers, with the exception of the honest and reserved Qian Jingui, who was more attentive to her, her eldest and second brothers were always selfish, and she didn't have a deep bond with them.

In order to appease Old Mrs. Qian, Qian Jinling could only explain the seriousness of the matter to her in detail and ask her not to waste her time.

Finally, she remitted another 5,000 yuan to the old lady, which made her feel better and calm down.

Unexpectedly, the old lady of the Zhan family came again. I wonder what important matter she has.