Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

Everyone is here.

Jiang Zongjin, who had been silent all this time, stood up first and spoke directly: "Everyone is back, so I will tell you directly."

He was still dressed in the same stereotypical way as before. The bottom button of his shirt was buttoned to the top button in a strict manner, covering his neck tightly. He wore a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose. He looked too strict, but you could tell he was that kind of person. A type that is cold on the outside and hot on the inside.

Jiang Zongjin glanced at Jiang Xianrou, who came back dejected, with extremely complicated emotions. After just one glance, he looked away and then looked at his own brother, saying concisely: "I called so many elders here today, including dad, I just I want to say one thing. About the separation."

"Brother?!" Jiang Zongnan was the other person besides Qiao Nian who didn't pay attention to online public opinion. When he heard Jiang Zongjin's words, he just sat down and stood up again, with a look of shock on his face: "Okay, why did you suddenly Speaking of which, what happened?"

Tang Wanru pinched the palm of her hand, her face turned blue and then red, burning, as if she had been slapped in the face and it hurt.

Jiang Licai made a statement online on his own initiative, saying that Xianrou pretended to be chasing the spotlight, while Qiao Nian was the real one. Jiang Zongjin summoned everyone in the family and said they wanted to separate the family. Isn't this a public slap in the face of their mother and daughter?

Jiang Zongjin ignored him: "Actually, eighteen years ago, my father had already separated our two families. But at that time, my wife passed away in an accident, and my daughter who was just born was also lost... At that time, I was completely disappointed. , I just want to avoid these painful memories, so I don’t care about these things. The other one is also for the peace of my family."

Jiang Zongnan gradually calmed down and looked at him with a frown, a little surprised.

"I couldn't care less about this before, because I was just one person, and money and real estate didn't mean anything to me."

With an extremely calm expression, Jiang Zongjin looked towards Qiao Nian, only for a moment and then looked away, his eyes gradually became firmer, and he continued in front of everyone: "But it's different now, I have found my biological daughter! Over the years, I am not a qualified father. She has suffered a lot outside. As a father, I have only one idea - from now on, I don’t want her to be bullied anymore! Whoever bullies my daughter, I will follow No one can do anything. Even if that person is a relative of his own family."

Before Jiang Xianrou came back, she had thought that Jiang Zongjin had called her back because of the incident on the Internet, but she didn't expect that Jiang Zongjin would do it in front of Mr. Jiang and the elders in the family. She just didn't expose the scandal she had done. Come out and be executed in public!

Her eyes flickered in panic, and the hand hanging by her side clenched her fist. She could feel the gazes of the elders of the Jiang family and her father looking at her.

Crazy, just crazy!

The uncle was not like this before. He loved her the most since she was a child. She was the only daughter in the family. The uncle rarely came back, but he treated her better than Jiang Li and her eldest brother.

I always buy her the most beautiful dresses, delicious candies and toys every time...

After eighteen years of love, Qiao Nian, who once found her, was so unwilling to save face for her, and even pointed the finger at her in front of the whole family.

"Dad, I want to separate the family and get back the share of the family property that originally belonged to me." Jiang Zongjin looked at Mr. Jiang and said calmly: "If I remember correctly, the Jiang family's old house is in my name, and this property I want to take the house back.”

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