Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again Chapter 1797 - 1797 Master Wang: Nian Nian, I'll Be Back in the Afternoon the Day After Tomorro

Chapter 1797 - 1797 Master Wang: Nian Nian, I'll Be Back in the Afternoon the Day After Tomorrow

1797 Master Wang: Nian Nian, I’ll Be Back in the Afternoon the Day After Tomorrow
“Mr. He?” Ji Ziyin narrowed her eyes slightly and called him again upon seeing that he was in a daze.
She looked impatient as she tapped her finger lightly on the table.
After all, their places in the Independent Continent and in the illegal district had gotten into trouble one after another. She had lost two arms this time and had also suffered heavy losses. She didn’t know how she would explain this to her family when she returned.
She was already in a terrible fix, and there was a pile of mess waiting for her to clean up.!!
Ji Ziyin naturally could not muster much patience. “Have you thought about it?”
He Congming looked at her. He couldn’t say anything, but he didn’t dare to offend her. He could only take a deep breath and nod stiffly. “I understand. Miss Ji, I’ll think of a way to talk to Qiao Nian.”
* * *
Ji Ziyin flew back in the evening.
Although He Congming said that he would talk to Qiao Nian, he was actually helpless in the face of such a situation. He couldn’t think of a good solution at the moment.
After all, he had never thought that he would apologize humbly, nor had he thought of leaving a way out for the Jiang family.
He took things to the extreme first.
How could it be so easy to turn back now?
* * *
On the other side.
In the afternoon, Qiao Nian went to the hospital to visit Old Master Jiang. The old man had yet to wake up, but his physical indicators were more stable than before.
Jiang Zongnan finally woke up.
However, Qiao Nian did not look for him. She only asked Shen Yugui in private when she bumped into him.
It had just reached 6 PM when she returned to Rhine.
She put down her bag and went to her room to take a shower. When she went downstairs to get water, she received a call from a certain someone from the Independent Continent.
Qiao Nian had just taken a sip of water when she looked down and saw Ye Wangchuan’s name on the caller ID.
Her eyelashes drooped slightly. She put the bottle aside, walked to the sofa, found a comfortable position to nestle in, and picked up the video call.
The video call was quickly connected.
The internet speed was not bad.
Qiao Nian didn’t like the camera facing her face, so she tilted her phone to the left and placed it on the coffee table not far away. She propped up her hands and raised her eyebrows, waiting for the person on the other end to speak first.
He knew her habits. His eyes were deep and his lips curled up. He was in a good mood and his voice was low and charming. “Nian Nian, how’s Old Master Jiang’s recovery?”
Qiao Nian lifted the hair covering her brow bone and put her hand down, then said casually, “Fortunately, he’s doing well, but he’s not awake yet.”
She paused for a moment before adding, “Professor Shen said that he will wake up in two days. I just don’t know when he will wake up. I called the doctor and asked him to immediately call me when he wakes up.”
“Good.”
The man on the other end of the phone was handsome and his posture was relaxed. From the background, it could be seen that he was also at home. The blue and white porcelain bottle behind the leather sofa was very eye-catching.
Qiao Nian had seen that vase when she had video-called him previously. It seemed to be the Bright Gate’s stronghold.
She couldn’t help but take a look. Her beautiful black eyes seemed to be in deep thought. After a while, she frowned and suddenly asked, “I heard that Bright Gate destroyed a few strongholds of the Ji Family and caused chaos in the Independent Continent?”
“Tsk.” The man on the screen moved his cypress-like figure and changed his posture. Lean and noble, he asked lazily, “Who did you hear this from?”
He continued, “It’s not that bad, but a few people in the Ji family are flustered and exasperated.”
For example, Ji Ziyin’s bloodline.
He then looked at the girl with eyes filled with longing, and his voice was like the wind in March. “Nian Nian, I’ll be back in the afternoon the day after tomorrow.”