The other person obviously didn't expect Jiang Ci to ask such a straightforward question. Did he know something?

Song Shaoyan was silent for a long time: "Why did you suddenly ask about her? You two have been separated for a long time."

"Song Shaoyan, do you know everything?"

"What do you think I know?"

"You are hiding it from me... You are all hiding it from me." Jiang Ci lost control of his emotions, "Where is Jiang Shu? Tell me."

"She... will be very happy when she goes to the place that belongs to her..." Song Shaoyan's throat was blocked and he was a little speechless, as if he was deceiving Jiang Ci, and he seemed to be deceiving himself.

"Song Shaoyan, I want to see you."

After speaking, Jiang Ci hung up the phone.

He doesn't want to hear vague words, he wants the truth.

He didn't know anything... He didn't even know when Jiang Shu had the accident. What happened to her?

Jiang Ci returned to the airport again.

He flew to the capital.

Song Shaoyan in the CEO's office rubbed his brows and put down his phone.

Did Jiang Ci know everything? How much did he know?

Song Shaoyan didn't expect that he would know these things so quickly. If he had already married Yao Man, it would be okay. Jiang Ci would definitely be responsible for Yao Man, but they were not married yet.

Song Shaoyan didn't know how much Jiang Shu held in Jiang Ci's heart, nor did he know the relationship between them, but judging from Jiang Shu's diary, she seemed to love Jiang Ci very much.

With a long sigh, Song Shaoyan stood up and made a cup of coffee.

Just come, now that he already knows.

…

Song Shaoyan is a person who can handle big situations with stability, and he will definitely be able to handle Jiang Ci's matter.

It was evening, seven or eight o'clock, when Jiang Ci arrived at the Song Group.

The brightly lit capital was bustling and bustling, with feasting and feasting. Song Shaoyan stood in front of the large floor-to-ceiling windows against the light, with his hands in his trousers pockets, calm and composed, and the office lights softly hit his face.

He stood in front of the clean and bright floor-to-ceiling windows for a long time, with his thin lips pursed and a lonely and distant look hidden in his eyes.

The light stretched Song Shaoyan's shadow very long.

There was a knock on the office door.

Zhang De brought Jiang Ci over.

It wasn't until the office door slowly closed again that Song Shaoyan turned around and faced Jiang Ci.

Jiang Ci's face was very pale, and his eyes were red and bloodshot. He pressed his hands on the desk to support his tired body: "Song Shaoyan, tell me, what happened to Jiang Shu? Where is she? You all know it.

Right? Song Shaoyan!"

Their eyes met, and the temperature in the air suddenly dropped a few points.

"Yes, I know everything." Song Shaoyan said bluntly, "I don't know how many rumors you have heard, but almost all I know are the ones you heard."

"Impossible, Song Shaoyan, you lied to me too? What happened to Jiang Shu being seriously injured? Who bullied her? Why didn't you tell me this whole time?"

"It's impossible for me to know what she wants to hide." Song Shaoyan walked over, walking steadily, "Jiang Ci, let me show you something."

For the first time, Song Shaoyan felt that words were so pale and powerless.

He didn't know how to explain it.

How was he going to tell Jiang Ci that Jiang Shu was neither the proprietress of the club nor a romantic woman. She was a just policeman who had been undercover for many years and shouldered heavy responsibilities.

Song Shaoyan opened the drawer and slowly took out an old photo from the drawer with his slender fingers.
Chapter completed!