Fake Daughter Is Rich Again? novel Chapter 1378

"I know." Jiang Xianrou lowered her eyes and answered her mother lightly.

She clearly did not take the call from Madam Zhu to heart. She flicked her nails and said slowly, "How can I implicate myself for Zhu Yuanhao?"

Zhu Yuanhao was nothing.

He was just one of the bootlickers surrounding her!

Madam Zhu was the same. In her eyes, she was a useless teammate who couldn't accomplish anything. If the mother and son had the ability to kill that scourge, Qiao Nian, she might have stepped in to help them.

However, both mother and son were useless trash!

Just based on this alone, Jiang Xianrou had never thought of helping Madam Zhu. She had agreed readily on the phone because she was giving Madam Zhu face and couldn't be bothered to say so much to her. She might as well agree quickly and make the other party think that she was kind.

As for whether she would approach Qiao Nian...

The corners of Jiang Xianrou's lips curled up in disdain. She sneered. "I was just lying to her. Anyway, she won't know if I go to Qiao Nian to plead for mercy. At most, I'll tell her that it's not that I didn't go when she calls me next time. It's just that Qiao Nian isn't willing to let their family off."

Tang Wanru didn't feel that anything was wrong with

what she said. She even seemed to agree with her way of handling things as she praised gently, "That's right. Don't worry about this matter. We'll just watch the show. Just tell her that Qiao Nian isn't willing to let go if she calls you. There's nothing you can do about it.

Jiang Xianrou opened the door and went in. Then, she turned her head and said casually, "Mom, what do you think about me sending a message to Zhang Yang later?"

Tang Wanru immediately understood and closed the car

for her. She smiled and said, "Yes, you can decide for yourself. This is already the best you can do for the Zhu family. As for whether they can survive this calamity, it will depend on their own capability! If they can't, they can only say that their lives are not good and it has nothing to do with you."

Jiang Xianrou thought so, too. She stopped talking and took out her phone. She lowered her eyes and checked Zhang Yang's WeChat before sending a message tentatively.

It was not that she had not thought of contacting Qin Si or Bo Jingxing, but both of them were extremely cold to her.