Song Zhanguo patted his son's shoulder and said, "Jiang Qiao is just being considerate of your difficulties. That girl is very smart and knows the implications of this situation."

Even though she's only been awake for a few days, I think that perhaps, all those years ago, this girl was watching all along.

Song Shutian himself couldn't say for sure whether this was true or not. He didn't dare to agree. As long as the person woke up and was alright, that was good. As for the rest, he could just treat it as nonsense and not think about it too much.

Song Zhanguo remembered his troubles and asked, "By the way, what's the situation with Lao Zhao? Have you investigated it thoroughly?"

Speaking of this, Song Shutian held his teacup and sighed deeply, "We've already sent people to investigate, but there are still no results. I'm also puzzled. Uncle Zhao is such a shrewd person, and with such tight security, such a mistake shouldn't have happened. How could the data just be destroyed like that?"

The arsonist has still not been identified, and I still can't figure it out.

Song Zhanguo remained silent for a long time; he had been thinking about this matter for the past few days.

"Son, do you think there's something else going on here?"

Although your Uncle Zhao is in charge of this, he's not the only official there. Has he noticed something?

Song Shutian looked at his father in surprise. "Are you saying that Uncle Zhao might have hidden all those documents?"

Song Zhanguo sighed, "We can't rule out that possibility. If we follow this line of thinking, it makes sense that those enemy agents want to target his niece and family. Perhaps the enemy agents also want to use this method to get those information from him."

Son, I think I should personally handle this matter. It's of great importance. Although he's already been locked up, I'm afraid something unexpected might happen.

After all, that place is not something we can easily reach, and we don't know what kind of people there are.

If possible, I think you'd better bring Jiang Qiao with you; that girl's mind isn't like a normal person's.

Even if your Uncle Zhao didn't do it, he might know something. But don't forget, he's only in charge of the work; other things aren't his responsibility.

Speaking of this, Song Shutian was a little anxious. "Should I go over first? Jiang Qiao probably won't be able to come, her uncle's matter hasn't been resolved yet."

Song Zhanguo shook his head. "Son, what good will it do if you go? Your status is what it is; there are some things you can't overcome."

However, Jiang Qiao is different. Few people know her identity, and she can handle some things much better than you. I still think it's more appropriate to bring this girl along.

Furthermore, have your people secretly keep an eye on and monitor Old Zhao. If anything happens to him, no matter the reason, protect him.

Song Shutian nodded. "Dad, I understand. As for Uncle Zuo—"

Song Zhanguo waved his hand and said, "You don't need to worry about this. It's already underway."

Song Shutian was somewhat conflicted, "I wonder if Uncle Zuo will have any thoughts about this."

Lu Zhanguo patted his son on the shoulder and said, "You'll understand. Just do your job well, and also, keep an eye on your wife."

Song Shutian smiled and said, "Don't worry, old man. Your daughter-in-law is more enlightened than your son. You should go to sleep early. I'm going back to my room."

Song Zhanguo watched his son return to his room, sighed, shook his head, and went back to his room to rest with his hands behind his back.

Jiang Qiao slept soundly that night. Because she was in the space, she felt comfortable all over, as if she hadn't been exhausted the day before.

However, when I went outside, I realized it was still a bit early. After washing up, I opened the door and went for a run.

At this time, there were very few pedestrians outside, and several of them were street sweepers.

After running around and buying breakfast, Jiang Qiao ran upstairs feeling refreshed.

Song Zhi only got up at this moment, and seeing Jiang Qiao still a little dazed, he asked, "You, you've come back from your workout?"

Jiang Qiao smiled, then held up the breakfast she had brought back. "How about it? Your niece is pretty good, isn't she? I got up so early to buy you tofu pudding. Hurry up and wash up, we'll eat in a bit."

Song Zhi sighed repeatedly, "You little rascal, you were like that yesterday, how come you're all different after just one night's sleep? Am I getting old, or is your physical condition just too good? Okay, wait for me a bit."

After the father and son finished eating, they went straight to the hospital. Jiang Qiao was worried that Hou Diankui hadn't come.

However, Song Zhi had a sharp eye; their company car was parked right in front of the hospital, clearly indicating that Zhao Jian had brought people over.

"Come on, your Master Hou is here—"

Hou Diankui was already sitting in Yang Yunqi's hospital room. Early in the morning, the old man had already set up the formation, just waiting for Jiang Qiao to arrive.

The girl probably needed this to get him here quickly, so he got it ready before Jiang Qiao arrived.

Fortunately, Zhao Jian knew Yang Yunqi's eldest son, so the old man didn't have much trouble getting in.

"Oh my, Jiang Qiao, I'm so glad to see you! I've only heard that you're better, but I haven't seen you since. What are you doing here? If I had known you were coming, I would have told you sooner so we could have come together."

Zhao Jian's enthusiasm upon seeing Jiang Qiao was obvious to everyone. Mainly, he hadn't seen this girl in a long time. The girl who had been lying lifeless on the hospital bed was now standing beautifully in front of him. How could he not be excited?

"Hehe, Uncle Zhao, hello there! I've missed you so much! It's a pity I was in such a hurry to get here that I didn't dare trouble you. Have you eaten yet?"

Zhao Jian nodded. "We ate, we ate. We arrived in the middle of the night, but at least we slept for half the night. By the way, what's the situation with Lao Yang?"

Jiang Qiao sighed, "I'm trying my best, but it's a bit difficult. You and Uncle Song wait outside, I'll go in and find Master Hou."

Hou Diankui was talking to Yang Yunqi's son inside the house when he saw Jiang Qiao, and a smile involuntarily appeared on the old man's face.

"You little rascal, you're quick on your feet! If you wanted to come over, just give me a shout. Even if I'm useless as an old man, I can still lend a hand, right?"

Jiang Qiao walked over apologetically. "I didn't think that much about it at the time, but now that I'm here, I realize how important you are."

"Master Hou, is everything ready?"

Hou Diankui nodded. "Now it's up to you. Whether Old Yang lives or dies is in your hands. Girl, your Uncle Yang's fate will be decided today."

Jiang Qiao knew what Hou Diankui did. She guessed that the old man had just told Old Yang's fortune and was secretly relieved that she had come in time, otherwise he would have regretted it for the rest of his life.

"Brother Yang, you go out and wait for a while. Master Hou, you watch the door for me."

Jiang Qiaozhi's illness has always been like this. Yang Yunqi's eldest son obediently went out, while Hou Diankui moved a chair and sat at the door, guarding the gate and watching Jiang Qiaozhi with concern.