Jiang Chuan gasped, "Old Madam!"
She slumped in her chair, speaking with difficulty, "Don't make a fuss."
That night, at ten o'clock, a black private car was parked outside an old residential area with the windows rolled up tightly.
Soon after, a man wearing a mask and a duckbill cap came out of the residential area, looked around, and walked towards the private car.
"Miss Jiang."
The car window rolled down.
The man shook his head, "The door was open, but no one was there."
The person sitting in the car was none other than Jiang Fuli from the second branch of the Jiang Family.
"Find the whereabouts of that mother and son as quickly as possible," she instructed.
"Yes."
She was too late. The fox spirit and the wild child she bore had been hidden by someone.
At eleven o'clock at night, Jiang Weili was taken out of his cell.
The person who wanted to see him at this hour definitely couldn't be from the prosecutors or the police.
He was alert, "Who wants to see me?"
