"This... Jian An doesn't seem like this kind of person." Mrs. Qiao actually had a good impression of this young housekeeper who had worked at home for a month. She then looked at Butler Qin next to her. "And haven't you and Butler Qin confirmed Jian An's identity? Isn't his background clear?"
"Didn't I ask Butler Qin to keep an eye on his phone number? There were a few numbers that he couldn't see clearly. Maybe that's the phone number he contacted with the gangsters!" Qiao Tens of thousands of years felt that he had connected all this together, and the more he thought about it, the more suspicious Jian An was.
Beside him, Butler Qin also sighed and lowered his eyes. "I really don't want this to happen."
