"Miss Jiang! You're finally out!"
Xiao Wu saw Jiang Li and the others from a distance and hurried over.
Wen Jiaojiao was somewhat surprised, "Have you been waiting here just for us?"
Xiao Wu, panting, stood in place and nodded his head, then grabbed Jiang Li's arm, looking like he was about to cry.
"Miss Jiang, only you can save Mr. He now. You're the person he trusts the most. Please, you must save him!"
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After getting into the car, Wen Jiaojiao was still a bit dazed. When she heard Xiao Wu's tearful account of He Yun's recent plight, she was so angry she almost pulled off her high heel to hold in her hand.
"Damn it, is that Du Qinglian really his mother? How could she be so excessive?!"
"She is his mother."
Jiang Li, who had been silent, uttered those three words indifferently.
She had already calculated He Yun's fortune a long time ago and saw the fate that deeply entangled him with his mother's control.