It was clear that danger was saved before, but now it only shows signs of great disaster?
She calculated again urgently, and the result was still the same.
As a fortune teller, she also knows that a person's destiny is not static and will change with the changes of the time, place, and people.[
The cause of this great disaster should be Song Xuan's stubbornness in refusing to go back.
Or perhaps, there is a more powerful pusher pushing him towards a serious disaster.
She turned around and looked back at Zhuge, her eyes so cold that she wanted to kill someone.
Zhuge shrank his neck and said with a smile: "Zimei, I didn't offend you!"
"Call your uncle immediately! Ask him why he wanted to kill Mr. Song!" Yang Zimei ordered, without any expression on his face, as if Zhuge would strangle him to death at any time if he didn't call.
Zhuge shrugged, took out his cell phone, and dialed his uncle's number again.
Fortunately, it worked this time.
"Uncle, I want to ask you something"
His uncle was a gloomy person, and Zhuge had never been very close to him. Talking to him on the phone was quite stressful.
"What's the matter?" Zhuge Mu's tone was always cold and hard. Even for Zhuge, he was not gentle at all.
"I'm in City A now, and an acquaintance of mine was arrested and taken to the police station, and was also charged with unfounded charges..."
Zhuge stopped and said nothing.
"Since you are not guilty, just go to Chen Wei and ask him to find out." Zhuge Mu said a little impatiently.
"But that friend of mine is Song Xuan. Chen Wei said that you ordered him to arrest him."
"..."
There was silence on the other side of the phone.
"uncle"
Zhuge shouted, "Can you let him go?"
"cannot!"[
Zhugemu refused firmly, "Don't meddle in your own business! That person has a lot of connections."
"Song Xuan is just a small antique dealer, how much does it matter?" Zhuge asked in confusion.
"Anyway, just don't interfere in this matter. I'm busy and won't talk to you anymore."
After Zhugemu finished speaking, he hung up the phone.
Zhuge looked at the phone speechlessly.
Yang Zizhi's eyebrows and ears were very good, so he could naturally hear the content on his phone clearly.
That relationship is a bit big. What is the relationship behind it?
"Zimei"
Zhuge looked at her helplessly and said, "Maybe my uncle can't help himself. He doesn't seem to be such a casual person."
Song Xuan could see clearly from the sidelines. Although he pretended to smile, his tone was sad, "Xiao Mei, if anything happens to me, help me take care of Qingmei and the child."
Hearing him explain his funeral arrangements, Yang Zimei felt sad, "Mr. Song, you will be fine. You can't give up the fight. Sister Qingmei and the child are still waiting for you."
Song Xuan looked at her deeply, then lowered his head, a look of despair appeared in his eyes...
He really didn't understand where he had gone wrong, so that people in the capital wanted to kill him.
In my mind, I thought about the people I was familiar with and respected in Brunei Street. All of a sudden, they all changed their faces and accused him of being an unscrupulous and unscrupulous businessman who sells fakes. It felt like there were thousands of thorns stabbing him in my heart.
Drops of blood.
As a pure intellectual and businessman, he cares about his reputation just like a bird cherishes its feathers.
Seeing the reputation and store that I have worked so hard for so many years suddenly collapse in front of the powerful, this feeling is worse than death.
