Jiang Zongjin looked at his worried expression and sighed helplessly. He couldn't say it originally, but now he had no choice. He lowered his voice and said to him in a low voice: "I understand what you mean. Don't worry, Nian Nian is my daughter."
, I owe her so much, and since I said we were going to separate, I didn’t want her to suffer with me and be implicated by me."
"Dad, in addition to being a temporary professor at Tsingta University, I also work in a research institute."
Mr. Jiang looked at him in surprise: "You? In the research institute?!"
There has always been a research institute in China, which is similar in nature to the Ninth Institute. It also studies top-level technologies. However, unlike the Ninth Institute, the research institute is all about aerospace and aviation.
The institute has a high status in the country, and the connections that people working there have access to are definitely not those in the outside circle.
Mr. Jiang never thought that his eldest son, who seemed to be obsessed with academics, had such ability.
It took me a long time to come back to my senses.
"I went there three years ago. I shouldn't have told you about this, nor can I tell anyone about it, but I was afraid that you would be worried about Nian Nian and your health." Jiang Zongjin felt embarrassed and said to him again: "
Dad, remember not to tell anyone else about this."
Mr. Jiang had come to his senses, with his heart in his stomach, he nodded solemnly: "I understand."
He originally thought about splitting up the family, but the two families separated because the second-fang family took advantage because they got rid of two oil bottles.
Looking at it now, it seems like a blessing in disguise.
I don’t know if Wanru and the others will be as happy as before when they knew Zong Jin’s work, and they agreed when they separated!
Qiao Nian came back after answering the phone at this time. She still looked expressionless, but she could see that she was a little irritated. She raised her hand, and a piece of white eye-catching wrist leaked from the cuff, and pressed the brim of her hat, as if she didn't want Jiang to let go.
Seeing her anxiety at the moment, the old man and the others quickly said to him: "Grandpa, dad, I can't go shopping with you in the afternoon."
"Uh, what's wrong?" Mr. Jiang suddenly regained his sense from Jiang Zongjin's hidden work, looked at her with a pair of cloudy and clear eyes, and realized that Qiao Nian was not in the right mood: "Did something happen?"
"Not really."
Qiao Nian is not used to getting along with her elders, especially her blood relatives, and she is always unable to be ordinary.
Facing Mr. Jiang's gaze, she paused for a second and then continued: "The grandfather of a friend of mine is critically ill. I want to go to the provincial hospital to see him."
She had never expected that Mr. Wei was suddenly critically ill. Wei Lou sounded anxious when he called him, so she had no choice but to go and see him first.
"Would you like a driver to take you there?" Jiang Zongjin made a decision immediately.
Qiao Nian was not shy, raised her eyes and nodded: "Okay."
She was in a hurry, so it would be faster if a driver took her there than if she had to call for a taxi on the roadside. Of course, the sooner she could get there, the better!
"In the Brain Surgery Building of the Provincial Hospital." Qiao Nian did not regard herself as an outsider, and her words were unconsciously filled with intimacy that she was not even aware of.
Jiang Zongjin nodded, then turned back to the old man and said, "Dad, I'll find someone else to take you back to the nursing home."
Before he finished speaking, Mr. Jiang didn't even think about it and said very seriously: "I'll go with you. I'll send Nian Nian off first. I don't have any other arrangements anyway."
Jiang Zongjin thought for a while and decided that this was okay. He stopped wasting time, got in the car and quickly asked the driver to go to the provincial hospital, where Qiao Nian had mentioned.