Qi Taiguo hung up the phone, twirling a pen in his hand, his already resolute face looking even more stern in such a composed state.
Chiang Qing actually dared to pry into their family's life. What was she trying to do?
This woman really was like a persistent ghost, unable to let go even at this stage.
After much contemplation, Qi Taiguo still felt uneasy. He retrieved Ning Ge's contact information and made a call, but Ning Ge wasn't there, so he could only leave a message.
The next day at noon, he finally received a return call from Ning Ge.
"Were you looking for me?" Ning Ge asked while rubbing his temples; he had drunk to the point of blacking out last night, still feeling dizzy and not quite sober.
"Yes, I heard about Chiang Qing from Cheng Su." Qi Taiguo said, "What's with this woman? Does she have a death wish?"
