Ma Jun was stunned for a moment, his first thought being that he had dialed the wrong number.
He quickly grabbed his phone and checked it.
He dialed the number from his contacts, so there was absolutely no possibility of him dialing the wrong number.
Could it be that something happened to the Su family?
Ma Jun searched for news online but found nothing.
After hesitating for a moment, he decided to send Su Ziyu a WeChat message to see what would happen.
As expected, a notification appeared indicating that Su Ziyu had deleted him as a WeChat friend!
Ma Jun stared at the notification message on WeChat, his head buzzing.
He had messaged Su Ziyu a few days ago, and the two had dinner together and discussed a project. Su Ziyu even said she wanted him to participate and make money together.
How did I end up blocking him?!
Ma Jun carefully reviewed his recent behavior. He hadn't done anything to upset Su Ziyu. After thinking it over, the only possibility was that Su Ziyu had deleted the wrong person.
Can……
Why is Su Ziyu's phone number not in service?
The annoyance of being deleted by Su Ziyu completely overshadowed the joy of having a child late in life. Ma Jun didn't care about anything else. He found an empty seat, hesitated for a long time, and then decided to send Su Ziyu a friend request again.
Regarding the application message, Ma Jun first typed: "President Su, this is Ma Jun."
After waiting a while and seeing that Su Ziyu hadn't added him back, he sent another request, this time with the message: "Mr. Su, this is Ma Jun. Did you accidentally delete me on WeChat?"
Ma Jun applied several times, but received no response.
He wanted to ask others about Su Ziyu's situation, but after thinking it over, there was only one way: to find Xu Wan and have Jiang Tingzhou ask about Su Ziyu's situation.
But he didn't have Xu Wan's phone number either; only Xu Pingshan did.
He had just finished a phone call with Xu Pingshan, bragging about having a son.
This matter has suddenly reached a dead end.
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At this moment, Su Ziyu, whom Ma Junxin was thinking about, was attending the birthday banquet of Yang Zhihai, the head of the Yang family, with Jiang Tingzhou and Gong Yanli.
Yang Zhihai is 69 years old this year. In the North, there is a tradition of "men celebrating a virtual birthday and women celebrating a real birthday." Today's birthday is considered his 70th birthday, so the celebration is particularly grand, and all the guests are prominent figures in China.
When Su Ziyu checked her phone, she noticed Ma Jun's friend request. Too lazy to tell Jiang Tingzhou about it, she simply put her phone away.
He glanced at a woman next to him, then looked at Gong Yanli, "Oh, isn't that Miss Miao Miao over there? I recently heard she got divorced, I didn't expect her to come back to China."
Gong Yanli turned her face away, saying, "It has nothing to do with me."
The Miao Miao that Su Ziyu mentioned was Gong Yanli's ex-girlfriend. The two dated for seven or eight years and were even at the point of discussing marriage when Miao Miao suddenly broke up with Gong Yanli one day.
Gong Yanli, being proud and arrogant, agreed without asking any questions.
Less than six months later, Miao Miao got married and moved abroad with her husband.
Unexpectedly, she divorced and returned to China in just six or seven years.
Seeing that Jiang Tingzhou looked unhappy, Su Zi changed the subject, "Isn't that enough? Shall we go over and offer a toast to Old Master Yang?"
Jiang Tingzhou also felt the time was right and said, "Let's go."
The three of them walked in the direction of Yang Zhihai.
Although Yang Zhihai was 69 years old, he was in remarkably good health. Standing next to him was his fourth wife. The two were more than 20 years apart in age, but to outsiders they looked only a dozen years apart.
The three men walked up to Yang Zhihai, offered the old man some polite words of blessing, and then prepared to leave.
"Tingzhou," Yang Zhihai called out to Jiang Tingzhou, who had already turned around.
Jiang Tingzhou stopped and respectfully asked Yang Zhihai, "Mr. Yang, is there anything I can help you with?"
Yang Zhihai waved to a little girl standing a few meters away.
When the little girl ran over, Yang Zhihai introduced her, "This is my youngest daughter, Yang Xinrui. She is twenty-one years old this year. Let's get to know each other."
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