The living room was magnificent and magnificent. Everyone in the Jiang family stood in the living room and waited nervously. The atmosphere was really solemn.

Father Jiang was sitting alone on the sofa, while Mrs. Jiang and Aunt An were standing aside, so cautious that they didn't even dare to express their anger.

The entire Jiang family was in panic, and even the servants had a vague feeling that a storm was coming.

In the living room, the clock was ticking, a thunderstorm was roaring outside the window, and lightning flashed across the sky from time to time, making Mrs. Jiang's heart become more and more anxious.

Looking sideways at An Yazhi standing aside, Mrs. Jiang frowned: "Have you called Beijia?"

"Already beaten."

An Yazhi nodded: "Beijia said he will come back."

"It's been so long, why haven't you seen him come back yet?"

She raised her eyes and looked at the constant wind and thunder outside. Mrs. Jiang pursed her lips and said, "Go and call him again and tell him that his father is waiting for him in the living room."

"Okay, ma'am."

Walking to the entrance door, An Yazhi was about to make a call when suddenly the code lock beeped.

With a happy look on her face, An Yazhi hurried over to greet her.

"Beijia, you are finally back."

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