Blood beads coagulated and flowed down Jiang Ying's arm, staining her skirt.
Jiang Yao took a deep breath, "I understand, Mom."
Jiang Ying held Jiang Yao in her arms and said, "Don't let your mother down."
Jiang Yao did not reach out his hand. His eyes fell on the bloody carving knife, and he was sure it was the right one.
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It was already 10 o'clock in the evening when Su Man came back. Jiang Xiangrong, who was almost dying, rushed towards her with his fangs bared.
However, Su Man persuaded him to give up with just one sentence. Do you still need me to help you make connections?
It feels so good to see Jiang Xiangrong having to hold back on the things he wants to say.
The next morning, Jiang Xiangrong couldn't wait to call Mr. Zeng and said that he had already agreed with Su Man to introduce him to Secretary Qin.
"Mr. Zeng, how about this contract?"
"Don't worry, as soon as I see Secretary Qin, I'll sign the contract according to the figure we agreed upon earlier."
"Okay, okay."
Jiang Xiangrong felt relieved after receiving the promise. He was about to say a few polite words and hang up when Jiang Xiangrong on the other end said, "I don't have time to go over today. The driver will pick up Jiang Yao."
Thinking that there were only a few days left, Jiang Xiangrong didn't say anything, but just told Grandma Jiang to call Jiang Yao downstairs.
Today, Jiang Yao did not dawdle as usual, and even went downstairs on his own without being called.
Jiang Xiangrong, in a good mood, smiled and said, "Isn't that right? This is my good son."
Jiang Xiangrong patted Jiang Yao's shoulder with a loving look on his face, never expecting that he would soon no longer be able to laugh.
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