Jiangli shook his head, "No, no, that's not it. I'm not asking you to arrange for reincarnation, I'm asking you to bring him up here for me, I need his help with something."
"Why does the Abbot suddenly want to bring him up?" Cui Jue was hooked by the neck, his eight-foot-tall frame forcibly scrunched into a small bundle, making it truly uncomfortable for him, but he didn't dare to speak.
"Isn't it because a little problem has cropped up?"
Jiangli continued to loop her arm around his neck, looked back at Song Taishan and the others, and told him about Qiang Hongtao's situation.
She didn't forget to make a dig.
"I wouldn't have thought the Governor's Office would be so unreliable nowadays. Since they couldn't find any physical evidence, I could only ask for your help, Old Cui. You wouldn't refuse to help with this, would you?"
Song Taishan and Xia Xin stood not far behind, seeing nothing.
From their perspective, they could only see Jiangli squatting there, talking to herself.
