If Qiao Nian was willing to give in for her, she would have done so long ago.
She had never given in and continued to suppress the He family. How could she give in now?
Jian Xianrou was simply a piece of trash!
His eyes suddenly turned ruthless. He stared at the burly man and said in a low and hoarse voice, "Tell our people that I want her to get a heavier sentence. The heavier the better! I wouldn't have ended up like this if it weren't for her. Since we're hopeless, she can forget about living well!"
"I got it."
After Brother Qiao left, He Congming took out his phone and searched for a contact number. He found Ji Ziyin's number and made a call.
His first call went unanswered.
He Congming made a second call.
After the phone rang a dozen times, Ji Ziyin was finally willing to pick up. "What's the matter? I'm at the research institute. I'll talk to you when I get back."
