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n59 He’s Actually a Pitiful Person

nAfter He Rong drove away from Jiayuan Villa, she stopped the car by the roadside and took out her cell phone to make a call.

nHowever, no one picked up on the first try. The call was hung up on the second try, but when she tried again, the phone was already switched off.

n“This brat, bastard, ingrate…” He Rong was so angry that she threw the phone on the dashboard. “None of the Nangongs are good.”

nFortunately, the luxury car was of good quality, and so was the cell phone. None of them were broken.

nAfter a while, He Rong took a deep breath and picked up the phone to redial a number. This time, someone answered. “Fang Ming, where’s Ah Jue?”

n“Madam, Sir Jue is in a meeting.” Fang Ming’s answer was neutral. “If you have anything to tell him, I’ll pass it on after his meeting.”

n“Tell him to call me back. Tell him that if I can’t get him today, I’ll go to Xiling City myself tomorrow.” He Rong hung up the phone.

nFang Ming looked at the phone and sighed. Then he entered the office and told Nangong Jue what He Rong had said.

nPain flashed across Nangong Jue’s face, followed by an ironic smile. He could imagine why his mother had sought him out.

nFang Ming looked at Nangong Jue and was instantly filled with sorrow. His heart couldn’t help but twitch. Everyone said that Sir Jue was ruthless and heartless, but who knew what he had experienced?

nAny ordinary person would have broken down long ago.

nAt this moment, he suddenly understood why Sir Jue had treated Young Madam so badly. This was because he had been schemed against ever since he was born. Later on, he had been schemed against and sent back to the Nangong family. He had even been tricked into getting engaged to the Han family. In the end, he had been schemed against and married…

nHe had always been schemed against. How could he not be disgusted by a person like Madam, who was constantly scheming?

nIn short, Sir Jue, who was envied by outsiders, was actually a pitiful person.

nHe suddenly wanted to hug Sir Jue, but he didn’t dare act on that thought.

nNangong Jue didn’t know that his “Head of Internal Affairs” was imagining things. After a moment of silence, he quickly recovered and looked up at Fang Ming. “Why are you still here?”

nFang Ming was speechless.

nYou didn’t ask me to leave. Where would I be if not here? He thought.

n“I’ll leave now.”

n“Wait.” However, Nangong Jue stopped him. “Send someone to keep an eye on Han Binglan. Report every move.”

n“Yes.” Fang nodded hurriedly. “Well… actually, there’s some news about Young Madam now.”

nNangong Jue narrowed his eyes.

nFang Ming hurriedly took out his phone. “Yesterday was Han Guosheng’s birthday. He had a party but was interrupted by Young Madam…” He pulled up the Weibo message and handed it over.

nNangong Jue scrolled through the messages with a strange expression.

n“Han Guosheng…” Nangong Jue tapped the phone on the table. “Send someone to keep an eye on the Han family too.”

n“Okay,” Fang Ming agreed. He hesitated. “Sir Jue, don’t forget to call Madam back.” If Madam did come over, there would be a tizzy.

nNangong Jue nodded and waited for Fang Ming to leave before picking up the phone. He glanced at the missed call and hesitated for a long time before calling He Rong back. “If you have something to say, just say it.”

n“Ah Jue, I’m your mother. Don’t you have to call me Mom?” He Rong exploded.

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