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Chapter 1847: Miss Ji, the patriarch asked you to go back immediately

Yaomen has never paid attention to such small forces.

Mo Dong never expected that Langtou would target Qiao Nian.

But no matter what the reason is, if the wolf head dares to target Qiao Nian, he will have to pay the price!

Mo Dong's face darkened, he walked to the car door, opened the door and got in the car.



After the black Land Rover also drove away.

The Buick car across the road dared to slowly roll down its window. The hacker sitting in the driver's seat of the car looked at the empty airport road.

People have long been stupid.

Why hasn't he received news before that the miracle doctor is so good? Also...it's normal for Mr. Ji to appear here.

Why are people from Yaomen here too?

What the hell is going on with that Oriental guy!

My brain was buzzing and it was a mess.

He quickly raised his hand and slapped himself, and quickly contacted Ji Xiao: "Hall Master Ji, something happened."

*

In a quiet private residence in Independence Island.

Ji Ziyin was sitting on a rosewood chair, picking up the tea at hand.

Ji Xiao walked away to answer a phone call.

Before Ji Ziyin could take a sip of tea, she saw Ji Xiao coming back in a hurry.

"The people from the Wolf Head Society sent word that the mission failed."

"What?" Ji Ziyin suddenly put the teacup on the table and looked at him with apricot eyes, showing surprise: "How could it fail?"

"That miracle doctor is very skilled. Wolf Tou Hui underestimated his opponent. But they took a photo..." Ji Xiao handed her the phone to look at.

Ji Ziyin took it and looked down.

The photo uploaded on the mobile phone was very blurry, and you could only see the figure of the girl across the road from a distance.

Ji Ziyin felt familiar at first glance.

She hasn't thought about it carefully yet.

Someone rushed in.

When Ji Xiao saw the intruder, he lowered his eyebrows and was extremely angry: "Who let you in? Didn't you see us talking? Get out."

Ji Ziyin looked at the man and asked in a deep voice: "Leng Feng, what's the matter?"

An observant man lowered his head and said in a deep voice without raising his head: "Miss Ji, the patriarch wants you to go back immediately."

Ji Ziyin felt vaguely uneasy. She looked at the man with her almond-shaped eyes and tentatively inquired: "Did the patriarch say you wanted to see me for anything?"

The person standing in front of her still did not raise his head, and his voice was steady and steady, still saying: "No, the patriarch only asked the young lady to go back immediately."

Ji Xiao was a little flustered and short of breath: "Why did the patriarch suddenly ask you to go back? Could it be..."

Ji Ziyin took a deep breath, regained her composure, stood up and said, "Second uncle, don't think too much. I'm just an outsider. The clan leader won't come to me for such a trivial matter."

"It should be something else. I'll go back and take a look first."

She had said so, and Ji Xiao could only think of the best and send them out.



Half an hour later.

Ji Ziyin arrived at the old house of Jijia Manor.

She followed the Ji family's servants all the way through the corridor.

Ji's house is very large, with a very stylish Gothic architectural style. After passing through the wooden corridor, the servant led her outside the living room and turned around to leave.

Ji Ziyin basically grew up in Ji's family since childhood and is extremely familiar with this place.

She doesn't need anyone to guide her and knows exactly where she is.

It's just that the Ji family has strict rules, so she can only live here cautiously.

As she was about to enter with great caution, she heard a man's deep and powerful voice coming from inside.

Ji Ziyin couldn't hear clearly outside and could only vaguely hear her own name.

An inexplicable uneasiness surged in her heart again, and she hesitated before walking inside.


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