When Jiang Zhao returned to the bedroom, he saw the cell phone placed at the head of the bed, and felt a little complicated for a moment.

She once thought that even if Song Muchen didn't trust her, she wouldn't do anything like monitoring her mobile phone. It seems that she was wrong. These capitalists are the same and have long been rotten to the core.

Because he didn't know how much the phone was monitored, Jiang Zhao did not pick up the phone after entering the bedroom but opened the notebook.

The only thing she is grateful for now is that the more important thing she and Siyin insist on communicating by email, and the call is just to confirm that they are still alive.

The email was empty, Jiang Zhao sighed lightly. Compared to Zhou Wenguang, Si Yin, who was abroad, was indeed slower and more difficult.

When typing on the keyboard, Jiang Zhao wanted to explain the current situation to Gao Siyin, but before she could write two words, the phone was shocked in vain.

Looking at the familiar foreign number, Jiang Zhao held his cell phone, gritted his teeth and picked it up.

"Zhaozhao, are you okay today?" Gao Siyin's voice was still the same, "Song Muchen didn't do anything to you again today."

Jiang Zhao tightened his fingers while pinching his phone: "No."

Gao Siyin sensitively noticed Jiang Zhao's abnormality and asked in a low voice: "What, is it inconvenient to speak now? Is Song Muchen next to you?"

Jiang Zhao glanced at the closed door: "No, he didn't step out of his study door today. I think he was planning to live in that room completely."

The opposite of the phone was quiet for a moment, and then Gao Siyin's hesitant voice came: "Actually, I don't think you have to care too much about Wei Lan. If you quarrel with Song Muchen because of her, wouldn't it be the same as that woman's thoughts?"

Jiang Zhao breathed a sigh of relief without a trace. She knew that Gao Siyin understood her hint.

"You said lightly," Jiang Zhao's voice increased. "You didn't see the tea-like look of that woman. It's really disgusting to see it."

Gao Siyin giggled: "You are more tea than her, you can't be compared by such a woman anyway."

"Tsk, that kind of old woman..." Jiang Zhao didn't finish his sentence, and heard a sound coming from the door.

She turned around and saw Song Muchen stepping in without surprise.

Jiang Zhao turned his head and said to the other side of his phone slowly: "Okay, I won't talk to you anymore. Someone is here to protect his white moonlight."

Gao Siyin was a little anxious: "Zhaozhao, don't have a head-on conflict with him anymore, it's very dangerous..."

Before she could finish her words, Jiang Zhao had already cut off the call.

"How is it, are you happy to hear it?" Jiang Zhao threw away his cell phone, wrapped his hands around his chest and looked at Song Muchen provocatively.

But to her surprise, Song Muchen did not get angry when he heard Wei Lan's name as before, but instead looked at her calmly: "Gao Siyin?"

Jiang Zhao raised his eyebrows: "I thought Zhou Wenguang had already made it clear to you."

"It's really clear." Song Muchen walked towards Jiang Zhao while unbuttoning his shirt. "I still can't figure out some things. I need Zhao Zhao, you, to solve my doubts in person."

Jiang Zhao subconsciously took two steps back and widened the distance between the two: "That's really rare. Mr. Song wanted to know what someone volunteered to contribute money and effort, so why do you need to ask me such an inconspicuous little character?"

"But no one can give me a satisfactory answer to this matter except Zhaozhao." Song Muchen lowered his head and stared at Jiang Zhao's eyes that were close to him.

"You said, you want to know my business, why do you ask for help from someone far away?"

“Shouldn’t the old age be your best choice?”

"I think he'll be very willing to serve you, right?"
Chapter completed!