"Letting go Xian Zihao, or we will continue to torture each other. Auntie Jia, I don't have to hide this from you. If Zihao and I didn't have a grudge from the past generation, I wouldn't have left him even if I was going to die. But now this path was already chosen by me, even if I'm on my knees, I still have to keep going."
Jia Zhenzhen didn't say a word, she just stared at her.
Jiang Ruolan, on the other hand, had a smile on her face the entire time, "Auntie Jia, you've been walking outside for a long time, aren't you tired? Let's go back."
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The next day, when she received Xiong Ruogang's phone call, Jiang Ruolan was buying vegetables at the supermarket near Greenville Residence.
"Sis Jiang, because of the new acting President, it's hard to get into interviews at Xian Group right now. Do you have anyone else you know there? Can you find someone who lets me in for interviews?" Xiong Ruogang was very anxious on the phone.
