Jian An helped Qiao Qingai to learn the basic knowledge for three days. Fortunately, Qiao Qingai also learned this major, so she did not spend too much effort on it.
But the day before Qiao Qingai went to work, Jian An received two pieces of news that made him feel complicated.
One was the news he received from the intelligence center in the capital.
"Are you sure?" Jian An asked.
"Brother Xin, the information is like this." On the opposite side, it was the world's Xun.
"The person who hired that man is your father.
"Don't leak this news." Jian An hung up the phone.
The maple forest outside was fiery red, and the setting sun added a layer of golden color to the clusters of leaves.
Qiao Qingai was tired of reading and was resting in a white lounge chair in the yard below. She covered her face with a thick book.
Jian An stood on the second floor of the villa, looking at Qiao Qingai.
His eyes darkened little by little.