Wang Dahu's respectful tone came from the mobile phone.
Yang Tian said: "There is something you need to deal with."
"Mr. Yang, just ask, I will definitely handle it for you."
Wang Dahu responded quickly.
Being able to help Yang Tian with things is simply a blessing for him!
"I'm currently working at the Digital Leap Company, and I'm bringing Song Qingshan here." Yang Tian reported his address and said in a deep voice.
He wanted to see how many brains this Song Qingshan had, who would provoke him so persistently.
Wang Dahu asked tentatively: "Did Song Qingshan offend Mr. Yang?"
"Um."
Yang Tian didn't hide anything.
"Mr. Yang, don't worry. I will definitely escort Song Qingshan's grandson to you in half an hour." Wang Dahu immediately agreed to the task.
After hanging up the phone, Wang Dahu was ready to take people to Song's house.
In the office, the two women listened to Yang Tian's call, looked at each other, and said nothing.
Yang Tian could tell someone to bring Song Qingshan over directly, which shows that the person who answered the phone must have a high status.
But a person with such a high status was obedient to Yang Tian.
Song Qingshan plotted against Yang Tian many times and was simply seeking death.
"Jiaojiao, would you like something to drink?"
Song Xueni took out a tissue and wiped the blood off Song Jiaojiao's face. She checked that there were no other injuries on her body before asking.
"Third sister, no need, I'm not thirsty."
Song Jiaojiao looked at Yang Tian cautiously and quickly lowered her head.
She didn't feel it just now, but now Song Jiaojiao suddenly felt a little jealous of Song Xueni.
To be able to ask Yang Tian what she drinks so naturally in Yang Tian's office means that he must have a good relationship with Yang Tian in private. Otherwise, he wouldn't dare to be so presumptuous, let alone so natural.
Not long after, Yang Tian's cell phone rang.
He glanced at the display above and frowned slightly: "What's the matter?"
"Mr. Yang, Song Qingshan is missing!"
Wang Dahu's voice was a little nervous, for fear that he would be in trouble and make Yang Tian unhappy: "I have searched the Song family, and there is no trace of him."
"Missing?"
Yang Tian raised his eyebrows.
Missing at this time? What a coincidence.
"I understand, you stay at the Song family first." Yang Tian hung up the phone and looked at Song Jiaojiao: "Song Qingshan is missing."
"What? How is that possible!"
Song Jiaojiao was stunned and her eyes widened in disbelief: "He is now the head of the Song family, how could he disappear?"
"He should be dead."
Yang Tian said in a deep voice.
Song Qingshan was Mao Xianbing's pawn, but when the incident was revealed, Mao Xianbing could not do anything to him, so he had to vent his anger on Song Qingshan.
In addition, Song Qingshan knew too much, and Mao Xianbing could not keep him.
Song Jiaojiao suddenly thought of something and her face turned pale.
"After you left the Yunge Club, Mao Xianbing asked me to help him with something, saying that as long as I handle this matter well, he would help me get rid of Song Qingshan's control."
She held her fingers hard, and the joints were a little white.
"Um."
Yang Tian nodded, not surprised.
"Now that the Song family is leaderless, you can go back."
He leaned back on the chair, thought for a while and said, "Wang Dahu is still in the Song family. He will help you when you go back."
"You mean, let me go back and take charge of the overall situation?"
Song Jiaojiao looked at Yang Tian in shock.
This man, regardless of her previous rudeness, still wants to help her?
In my heart, I was even more jealous of Song Xueni who could stay with Yang Tian.
"Well. Your grandfather's funeral also needs someone to handle it."
Yang Tian nodded and sent a message to Wang Dahu, asking him to help Song Jiaojiao.