Choice

"Yao, I know you can't talk to Jiang Huanyan, so let me do it."

Xiao Ruotong held Qin Siyao's hand and said. Xiao Ruotong knew that Qin Siyao was a person who would rather die than give up. If it wasn't because her son was sick, Qin Siyao wouldn't have allowed her to call Jiang Huanyan.

"Thank you, Ruotong."

Qin Siyao thanked Xiao Ruotong with tears in her eyes. It wasn't because she was touched, but because too many things had happened in the past few days. First, it was her father's death, then it was Second Uncle's attack.

"Seeing the two of you like this, I think it's better if I call that guy."

JIM, who had been silent all this time, walked over and said to the two pitiful women who were crying.

"Then hurry up and go, why are you still spouting so much nonsense?"

Seeing that JIM was in the mood to tease her, Xiao Ruotong pretended to be angry with JIM.

"Understood, aunt."