After parting ways with Jiang Zhihao and Zhong Jiawei, Zhao Nianrong suddenly felt that coming back this time was boring. She originally wanted to fight for face in front of Fa Xiao and save Fa Xiao from danger, but unexpectedly she ended up being thrown into her grandma's house in disgrace.
So she called Zhao Xirui and planned to return to the provincial capital first.
Zhao Xirui had just come to the teahouse with Tao Guoan, so he asked her to come over and say hello.
After entering the box, before Zhao Xirui finished saying hello, he saw Jiang Zhihao sitting next to him and was stunned.
Why is this guy here?
Zhao Xirui didn't notice anything strange about her daughter. Although she had lost hope in cooperation, she still tried her best to remain polite enough and introduced: "This is my daughter, Zhao Nianrong. Rongrong, this is your Uncle Tao, and this is
Your Uncle Jiang."
Jiang Zhihao also saw Zhao Nianrong, and when he heard Zhao Xirui's introduction, he suddenly looked strange.
uncle?
Jiang Zhihao felt very strange that he had moved up a generation for nothing, as if he was back to the age of seventy or eighty again.
Zhao Nianrong also looked uncomfortable and said: "Dad, he..."
"Don't call me!" Zhao Xirui scolded with a frown: "You don't know any etiquette!"
Zhao Nianrong was still a little in awe of her father, so she could only reluctantly shout: "Hello, Uncle Tao, Jiang, Jiang..."
"What the hell are you doing? Why are you stammering when you have nothing to do?" Zhao Xirui scolded again.
Zhao Nianrong wanted to cry a little. Although what happened before was embarrassing, after the separation, she thought it was nothing. The worst thing was that they would not see each other again.
Who would have thought that before this thought came to an end, she would see Jiang Zhihao again. Moreover, her father would force her to call her uncle.
If possible, Zhao Nianrong would like to find a crack in the ground and crawl in.
Ever since she was little, there has never been a time when she felt more like dying than now.
Jiang Zhihao saw Zhao Nianrong's embarrassment and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhao, there is no need to force him. In fact, your daughter and I know each other and we met just now."
Zhao Xirui was startled when he heard this, and then a surprised expression appeared on his face: "Mr. Jiang and Rongrong know each other?"
"She is my wife's childhood friend. Thanks to Miss Zhao's concern, she bought my wife a gift, a very beautiful long dress." Jiang Zhihao said.
It was okay that he didn't mention this matter, but when he mentioned it, Zhao Nianrong wanted to die even more.
His face was red, his head was drooped, and all he could think about was how to die faster...
When Zhao Xirui heard this, she was even more happy. Her daughter actually had such a relationship with Jiang Zhihao. Can she start from this aspect?
Thinking of this, he immediately said to Zhao Nianrong: "Rongrong, why don't I bring you Uncle Jiang a cup of tea? Our family's cooperation depends entirely on your Uncle Jiang!"
Zhao Nianrong was filled with shame and annoyance, but when she heard these words, she was shocked.