From Jiang Shaocheng's smile, He Lei knew he was texting Tang Qiu; only she could bring such an unguarded look to his face.
After Jiang Shaocheng put down his phone, He Lei said, "Young Master, Ning Mufan has been locked up by the head of the Ning family and won't be going to school for a while. I'll also remind him to send his grandson out of the country as soon as possible."
Jiang Shaocheng scoffed. "If they don't, that's fine too–so long as they don't mind if Ning Mufan loses his arms. They would do well to have a cripple around the house–a real one."
He Lei lowered his head, not daring to speak.
"What about my family? How are things with them?"
