Senior sister, I really don’t have any improper thoughts about you!

"Your sister is here."

"Ah."

"The youngest sister in your family."

……

I watched my mother talking to herself for a long time.

Miss Jiang sighed.

I thought about it.

Still stepped aside.

When I walked into the aisle, I saw my cousin smoking there.

Miss Jiang moved aside boredly.

"cousin."

"How's the group going?"

Hear sounds.

Tian Wenhao subconsciously shook the cigarette in his hand to the side.

“All the information has been submitted.”

“Now we just have to wait for the final approval.”

...

"about how long?"

"Three to five days."

Speaking of which.

Tian Wenhao's voice paused.

"If you're in a hurry."

"I can go and ask about the progress."

...

"fine."

Miss Jiang waved her hand.

"I have an idea now."

"It's about the founding of our group. Can we keep a low profile?"

Hear the words.

Tian Wenhao frowned involuntarily.

"what happened?"

"Is there something wrong?"

...

"not yet."

Miss Jiang was silent for a moment, raised her head, and reached out to pick off a piece of bark from a nearby fir tree.

"It's just something I feel about the new town in the West End."

“It shouldn’t be that smooth.”

Miss Jiang thought about the time when she went out to eat with Miss Qi last Saturday.

When I heard about that real estate company.

Later she also went to find out more.

A shell company, under a nominal name, acquired a piece of Class C land.

As a result, the foundation has just been laid.

The company ran away.

Now there is a mess left for the compound to deal with.

Miss Jiang is not a simple little girl.

She has her own business philosophy.

Stability is the priority in everything.

So she thought.

If all the news were released now.

If someone wants to deal with her.

It won't be much more difficult than dealing with Hongsheng Group.

for safety.

She decided to keep the information about the group's establishment a secret.

Let’s wait until the investment and construction of land A1 starts.

Just when Miss Jiang and her cousin were discussing the legal person and the future development of the group.

The old lady suddenly called her.

"Ning Ning!"

"come over."

...

"Hey! Here we come."

Miss Jiang replied, then turned around and made an appointment with her cousin to talk over dinner in the evening.

however.

When she comes back.

But found out unexpectedly.

In front of my father's grave, next to my mother and my aunt.

Suddenly there were two people I had never seen before.

An old lady, who looked frail and leaning on a cane, and a short middle-aged man standing next to her.

???

Miss Jiang came to my side with a question mark on her head.

"mom."

"this…"

...

"Your grandmother..."

???

Oh.

Miss Jiang thought that the old lady was scolding her.

But then she understood something.

I sighed inwardly and said it was a great piece of writing.

It’s not far from Haicheng.

But the driving time will never be less than three hours.

But now it is past nine in the morning.

What this means is that the old lady set out at least at five or six o'clock.

Getting up so early.

And it’s been such a long car ride.

It seems that this old lady is not as exhausted as my aunt described...

Think of this.

Miss Jiang blinked.

He secretly cast a curious look at the old lady.

Looked it over.

He is less than 1.6 meters tall and has a head full of silver hair.

His face was wrinkled.

Clear tear marks.

The rising and falling of breathing.

All of this can be discerned.

The old lady's mood swings were very serious at the moment.

"mom."

"Take care of yourself."

The middle-aged man behind him reminded in a low voice.

however.

The old lady ignored the reminder and turned her attention to Miss Jiang and her daughter.

Opened his mouth.

Said hoarsely.

"I want to move the grave."

next second.

I'm furious.

"No !!!!"

"This is my man's grave!"

"Why are you moving away?"

...

"Because Jiang An is my son."

"It's someone from the Jiang family!"

"I can't let him wander around like a lonely ghost!"

The old lady's voice did not allow for any rebuttal.

But I'm not an easy person to deal with either.

He retorted unceremoniously:

"Now you know Jiang An is your son?"

"Where were you 17 years ago when he had tuberculosis and had no money to see a doctor?"

"Where were you when I sold everything I had and was still short of eighteen dollars and fifty-three cents?"

"Where were you when Jiang An died in front of us, mother and daughter?"

Each sentence is more aggressive than the last.