Chapter 3457: That Tone Was Like Asking If He Wanted Candy

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Seeing that he also knew it was all thanks to Qiao Nian’s help this time, He Lin hesitantly said, “Patriarch, you should have a good talk with Miss Qiao.”

Ji Lingfeng did not say anything. He neither agreed nor objected.

He Lin mustered his courage and continued, “Back then, you did it to protect her… You didn’t want to fall out with her or disown her.”n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

The previous generation of the Ji family was a mess.

The people outside didn’t know about the feud in the previous generation, so they thought that the Patriarch treated Miss Qiao badly.

In fact, after being by the Patriarch’s side for so many years, he knew that the truth was not as the rumors said.

Moreover, seeing that Miss Qiao was willing to help this time, he could most likely tell that the Patriarch was not as indifferent to her as he appeared.

Otherwise, just the fact that the Patriarch wanted to hand the Ji family to Miss Qiao was not enough to move that person.

“Patriarch, you can take this opportunity to make things clear to Miss Qiao…”

“That’s enough.”

Ji Lingfeng waved his hand. He was exhausted and did not want to continue the discussion.

“Keep an eye on the Righteousness Hall and call the remaining elders over as soon as possible.”

“…Yes.” He Lin secretly observed him. “Patriarch, you want to…?”

Ji Lingfeng’s eyes did not look much like Qiao Nian’s. They were more gentle, probably more like his mother’s. They were not in Qiao Nian’s shape.

However, half of Ji Wusun’s blood flowed in Ji Lingfeng’s body. The look in his eyes, on the other hand, was very similar to Qiao Nian’s. They were both calm and decisive.

“She’s already sent people over. If I don’t use this opportunity to teach those people a lesson, wouldn’t it be a waste of her kindness?”

He Lin opened his mouth and thought, Since you know Miss Qiao’s intentions, why can’t you sit down and talk to her properly? Why do you have to be so stubborn?

However, he silently left upon seeing Ji Lingfeng picking up the documents on the table with a serious expression.

Forget it. The Patriarch and Miss Qiao would talk to each other one day.

**

Outside.

After handing the people to He Lin according to Qiao Nian’s instructions, Mo Dong returned to the intersection where a green jeep was parked.

He walked to the passenger seat’s window and looked at the girl sitting inside before softly saying, “…Miss Qiao, I’ve already handed them over.”

The girl played with a silver lighter in her hand.

Mo Dong could see it from where he was standing. It was a rather old lighter. Besides the silver material, there were already traces of wear and tear at the edge.

However, Qiao Nian seemed to like this lighter very much. She would play with it from time to time.

Mo Dong’s gaze paused on the lighter for a second before he looked away. He thought before continuing, “Why didn’t you tell Emperor Ji that you were the one who helped him this time?”

It had been a long time since he had gone on a mission with Qiao Nian.

He wasn’t bragging, but he had really broadened his horizons this time.

Qiao Nian didn’t bring many people with her. Previously, a few ignorant shrimps from Bright Gate had even privately complained that they had been made to work extra hard.

And what happened?

Miss Qiao silently cut off the signal at the bay pier for a few hours. The high-tech weapons were also thrown out as if they were free.

Mo Dong thought back to the girl sitting in front of the computer, her hair blown by the wind, while her extremely dark eyes looked out at the sea.

Her legs were crossed as she asked him if he wanted a machine gun, in a tone that sounded as if she was asking if he wanted candy.