Jiang Yingjie, sitting on a single sofa not far away, looked at the already somewhat out-of-control Tan Shuya. He frowned slightly, then put down the teacup in his hand and said calmly, "I've told you before that Song Qiao is not simple, but look at what you've done. What's the result you've achieved?"
Upon hearing Jiang Yingjie's voice, Tan Shuya came back to her senses a little, walked quickly in front of him, and looked down at him, saying, "Yingjie, you have to help me. Only you can help me with this matter..."
Jiang Yingjie looked at her expressionlessly, the corner of his mouth curving into a faint smile, and he said, "What do you want me to help you with?"
This matter isn't over yet. More importantly, the identity of that little girl has not been revealed.
And he had a hunch that what was going to be revealed later would probably be too much for Tan Shuya to bear.
