~

Sang Nanfeng frowned tightly, not expecting that Sang Jiao's life experience was so ridiculous.

But it is impossible for Sangjiao to want to go back and be the eldest daughter of the Lu family because she has put their family in the current situation.

"Mrs. Lu, please come back. There is nothing to discuss about this matter. I don't agree."

"Young Master Sang, even if you don't agree, you are not qualified to restrict where Jiaojiao wants to go and let her come to see me. I will take her away now, regardless of her liquidated damages or the money I owe you Sang family.

It will be repaid.”

When Mrs. Lu saw that he could not say anything, she also put away her polite face. She had always been polite first and then attacked.

Since Sang Nanfeng doesn't know good from evil, she won't be polite anymore.

Sang Nanfeng tightened his hands and his eyes showed a bit of coldness. He denied that Mrs. Lu was right. She wanted to take Sang Jiao away, but there was no way to take her away.

In the end, Mrs. Lu succeeded in taking Sang Jiao away. She could hardly believe that Sang Jiao had escaped from hell and got a rich mother.

Sang Jiao was feeling dizzy. From now on, she would be a truly wealthy lady. Isn't the Lu family even more powerful than the Sang family?

——

Time flies, and more than half a month has passed in the blink of an eye, and the news about Sancho is still missing. Until that day, Meng Jiahe received a transfer agreement from Rose Entertainment, and the transferor was Sancho.

She immediately sent these messages to Sang Siyang. Ah He asked: [Could something have happened to Qiaoqiao? Can you find her location by following the IP address that sent the message?]

When Sang Siyang saw this message, he held his phone and didn't move for a long time. The will obviously requires the death of the person involved before it will take effect, but now it was sent to Ah Box in advance.

Is it...Qiaoqiao has already left, and someone else sent it to Ah Box for her to read, informing her in advance.

Sang Siyang did not dare to reply to this message. He just slowly sent a message to his assistant and asked him to check it.

After sitting in the office for a long time, he remained motionless and his mind went blank.

Until the assistant replied: [This person’s IP address finally disappeared at the airport.]

The mobile phone in Sang Siyang's hand came over and slipped to the ground. Qiao Qiao is coming back, right? She didn't even leave her body intact. After all, he still didn't wait for her good news.

Sang Siyang bent down to pick up the mobile phone on the ground and walked out quickly. He did not tell the other brothers. He was very selfish and hoped that the three brothers would take good care of his grandfather and grandmother. This was what Qiao Qiao wanted.

He is too cowardly to handle these two things himself.

Sanjia Villa

"Siyang, why are you back? Is there any news?" Mrs. Sang asked subconsciously when she saw her youngest son. These days, she has been looking forward to good news all day long. Every time her son comes back, she will join him.

Ask in the past.

But the answer no one got was that there was no news.

"No, find something. Mom, take care of yourself. Don't expect that disgusting dad to treat you well. Keep your money aside and don't give it to him."

Sang Siyang rarely told his mother this in a soft tone. This is the last time, so he should give his mother a good look.

"I know." Mrs. Sang nodded, wondering why he would tell her this.

"I'm going to see if there are any clues left in Qiaoqiao's room. I won't be eating at home at noon, so there's no need to prepare mine."

"OK."

Sang Siyang walked up the stairs and went straight to the room that had not been opened for a long time. After pushing the door open, he found that there was almost nothing in the whole room.

He stood at the door and smiled to himself, how could he forget that this room was later occupied by Sang Jiao, and Qiao Qiao never moved back again.

Sang Siyang closed the door gently and went to the small room on the first floor. It was originally a storage room. It was small and dark inside. There was almost no light without turning on the lights. The environment was also damp and cold.

He turned on the light with a click, and the whole room became bright. There was only a bed, a desk, and a wardrobe. There was nothing left in it.

Sang Siyang lay on the dusty little bed and sobbed softly. He couldn't smell anything about Qiao Qiao. This room had been dusty for too long.

He didn't know how long he lay there before wiping away his tears, getting up and walking out the door.

As he walked, he dialed a number and said, "Bring Sanjiao, no, Lu Jiao, to me, no matter how you use it."

"yes."

~

Meng Jiahe didn't receive any reply about Sang Siyang for a whole morning. He couldn't help but be a little worried. Something had happened, right?

She wanted to call, but there was always no answer, leaving her with nothing to do.

This made Meng Jiahe begin to regret sending this will to Sang Siyang.

She had no choice but to call Sang Qingran, who answered quickly, "Hello."

"Sang Qingran, something might have happened to your brother. I just told him..." Meng Jiahe told him all the ins and outs.

"Don't worry, I'll contact him first to check. I'll also have someone check the will that Qiao Qiao sent." Sang Qingran answered her calmly.

After hanging up the phone, Meng Jiahe became more and more anxious. She called Sancho, but she couldn't get through. She had no choice but to keep calling Sang Siyang.

Something happened to this guy Sang Siyang, right?

Another half hour passed, and a note came from Meng Jiahe's cell phone: Sancho's call back.

She could hardly believe that this person whom she had been unable to contact for nearly a month called her. She answered the call with trembling hands, "Is it Qiaoqiao?"

"Yes, Ah Box, I'm fine."

"Qiaoqiao, if you scared me to death, I would have thought...thought...when I saw the will this morning..."

"Didn't I send you a discharge note?" Sancho on the other side of the screen frowned subconsciously and turned to look at Shangguan Yuan beside him.

Shangguan Yuan held the phone for her, looking a little uncomfortable, "...could I have sent the wrong message?"

"Qiao Qiao, please call Sang Siyang first. I also sent him the will this morning. I haven't been able to contact him all morning. I'm afraid he will..."

Meng Jiahe also heard the conversation between the two, and probably guessed that the person accompanying Qiao Qiao sent the wrong message.

But none of this matters now, as long as Qiao Qiao comes back safely.

"Okay, I'll call him."

After Sancho hung up the phone, she was just about to ask him to dial Sang Siyang's number when she heard the high-pitched ringtone of the phone automatically shutting down. She looked up and looked at Shangguan Yuan.

she:"……"

Shangguan Yuan saw the speechlessness in her eyes, a kind of "you are so bad that you fail to succeed and fail."

"I really gave you a full charge last night, maybe the plug wasn't plugged in."

"Have someone check Sang Siyang's number and use yours to dial him."

"Okay." Shangguan Yuan immediately sent a message for someone to check. At the same time, he held her suitcase with one hand and looked back from time to time to see if she was following.
Chapter completed!