However, at night, he did not receive a call from Jiang Zhihao.
Seeing that it was almost eight o'clock, Zhao Jiren couldn't help it and could only make another call to Jiang Zhihao.
This time, he came up and apologized very sincerely: "Mr. Jiang, it's all my fault. Whatever happened before, it was all my fault. Please forgive me."
Jiang Zhihao chuckled and said, "Listen to what Mr. Zhao said, does the Zhao family have trouble already?"
"Yes, my son Zhao Yubo..."
"I'm sorry, my daughter keeps pestering me to play bedtime games, but I really don't have time. If Mr. Zhao is patient enough, I'll contact you again tomorrow morning. I wish you a good dream."
After that, Jiang Zhihao hung up the phone again.
Zhao Jiren was anxious and angry, but he had no choice but to let his family offend him first. Jiang Zhihao didn't even answer the phone like Jin Zhengqing, which was considered polite.
He scolded Zhao Jishi's brothers and sisters in his heart, and Zhao Jiren spent a difficult night in a panic.
Early the next morning, he called Jiang Zhihao with a tired face and exhausted body and mind.
This time, Jiang Zhihao did not deal with him anymore: "I am sending my daughter to the kindergarten now. There is a cafe next to it. I will send you the address. I will wait for you for half an hour. If it doesn't take half an hour, forget about it."
"Okay, okay, I promise we'll be there within half an hour!" Zhao Jiren hurriedly went to the roadside to take a taxi, and even had a quarrel with another person over this.
But he didn't have time to argue with the other party, so he directly closed the door and let the driver drive.
The driver didn't want to delay his voice because of their quarrel, so he stepped on the accelerator, leaving the passerby jumping behind and yelling.
Hurrying slowly, it took more than twenty minutes to get to the place.
Zhao Jiren ran into the cafe panting and saw Jiang Zhihao sitting there drinking coffee. He quickly ran over and said: "Mr. Jiang, I'm here..."
"Why are you sweating profusely while running? Is it very hot?" Jiang Zhihao looked puzzled.
Zhao Jiren knew that he was deliberately teasing himself, so he smiled bitterly and said: "Mr. Jiang, please don't make fun of me. Quanzi's current situation..."
"Don't worry, sit down first, drink a cup of coffee and relax. The coffee here is very good, try it." Jiang Zhihao said with a smile.
The seat opposite is already filled with a cup of coffee, which is still hot.
He had said this, and no matter how anxious Zhao Jiren was, he could only sit down.
After he took a sip of coffee, Jiang Zhihao said: "Your son's matter is indeed very troublesome."
As soon as these words came out, Zhao Jiren's eyes went straight.
He even forgot to put down the coffee cup beside his mouth, looked at Jiang Zhihao blankly, and asked: "Mr. Jiang, how did you know..."
"If I said this is also intuition, would you believe it?" Jiang Zhihao said with a smile.
Zhao Jiren subconsciously wanted to say he didn't believe it, but when the words came to his lips, he couldn't say it. Because Jiang Zhihao's intuition had been denied by the Zhao family before. Jiang Zhihao's perfunctory treatment of him in the past two days was also related to this matter.
Even if you don't believe it at this moment, it's normal for people to just lift their legs and walk away.
Therefore, Zhao Jiren could only say: "I, I believe..."
"It's weird that you believe it." Jiang Zhihao shook his head and said: "Actually, some things are credible, but some things are not credible. Just like your son's matter, if I want to know, is it difficult? This is different from intuition
It has nothing to do with it, but knowing that your Zhao family will be in trouble is indeed a good intuition."