After driving away from Jiayuan Villa, He Rong parked the car on the side of the road and took out his phone to make a call.
But no one answered the first time, the call was disconnected the second time, and when I called again, the phone was switched off.
"That brat, that bastard, that ingrate..." He Rong was so angry that he slammed his phone onto the dashboard. "None of the people with the surname Nangong are any good."
Fortunately, the luxury car was of good quality, and so was the phone; neither of them broke.
After pausing for a moment, He Rong took a deep breath, picked up the phone again, and dialed a number again. This time, someone answered: "Fang Ming, where's A-Jue?"
“Madam, the Duke is in a meeting.” Fang Ming’s reply was proper. “If you have anything to say, you can tell me. I will pass it on to him after the meeting.”
"Tell him to call me back and that if I don't receive his call today, I'll personally go to Xiling City tomorrow." He Rong said, then hung up the phone.
Fang Ming sighed as he looked at the phone after it was disconnected, then went into his office and relayed He Rong's words to Nangong Jue.
A flash of pain crossed Nangong Jue's face, followed by a sarcastic smile. He could already guess why his mother had come to him.
Fang Ming looked at Nangong Jue, whose whole body was instantly filled with an aura of sadness, and his heart couldn't help but clench. Everyone said that Lord Jue was ruthless and cold-hearted, but who knew what he had been through?
Those past experiences would have broken an ordinary person long ago.
At this moment, he suddenly understood why the Duke treated the young mistress that way. He was born under a scheme, was later tricked into being sent back to the Nangong family, was tricked into getting engaged to the Han family, and was ultimately tricked into getting married...
If someone is constantly scheming, how could he not be disgusted if the young mistress were to test and scheme against him?
In short, the lord who was envied by outsiders was actually a pitiful wretch.
He suddenly had a strong urge to hug his lord, but he dared not put that thought into action.
The Nangong family had no idea that their "Grand Eunuch" was imagining all sorts of things. After a moment of silence, he quickly returned to normal, looked up at Fang Ming, and asked, "Why are you still here?"
Fang Ming: ...
You didn't tell me to leave, so where else would I be if I'm not here?
"I'm leaving now."
"Wait a minute," Nangong Jue called out to him. "Send someone to keep an eye on Han Binglan, and report her every move."
"Yes." Fang Ming nodded hurriedly. "Well... actually, we have some news about the young mistress now."
Nangong Jue narrowed his eyes.
Fang Ming hurriedly took out his phone: "Yesterday was Han Guosheng's birthday. He held a party, but it was ruined by the young mistress..." He pulled up a Weibo message and handed it over.
Nangong Jue scrolled through his phone, looking at the messages one by one, his expression somewhat strange.
"Han Guosheng..." Nangong Jue tapped the table with his phone, "Send someone to keep an eye on the Han family again."
"Okay." Fang Ming agreed, then hesitated for a moment, "My lord, don't forget to call Madam back." If Madam really comes over, things will get chaotic.
Nangong Jue nodded, and after Fang Ming left, he picked up his phone, glanced at the missed calls, hesitated for a long time, and then called He Rong back: "Just say what's on your mind."
"Ah Jue, I'm your mother, don't you even call me 'Mom'?" He Rong immediately bristled upon hearing this.
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