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Jiang Yao obviously knew who he was talking about, raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, and frowned slightly: "What is he looking for me for?"

The assistant shook his head: "I don't know."

The assistant also looked confused: "He has been coming to the company since this morning, and the front desk asked him to register, but he refused. He didn't say his name, but said he was looking for you and Chairman Jiang. The front desk asked him why he wanted you , he still didn’t say a word, didn’t reveal a word. He has been following you since this morning, and it’s almost noon now, but he disappeared again! I’m worried..."

"This is Beijing City, he doesn't dare to mess around." Jiang Yao was calmer than him, and raised his hand to stop him from speaking.

The assistant hesitated to speak.

Jiang Yao took out a handkerchief from his suit pocket, wiped his fingertips, and said to him, "Help me watch some clients, I'll go to the bathroom."

The assistant said anxiously: "Okay."

Jiang Yao glanced back at the customers who were still watching the ancient buildings, then raised his legs and walked to the public toilet next to him.

Jiang Yao grew up in Beijing.

The place where Jiang's family lives is a certain distance from here, but as a member of Beijing City, Jiang Yao has been here a lot, and he has been to the ancient buildings several times.

So Jiang Yao is very familiar with this area, he knows where to buy water, and where is the bathroom.

He didn't let his assistant follow him before he walked a few steps, when a black shadow suddenly appeared from the crowd and blocked his way.

Most people would have screamed in fright when encountering such a sudden accident.

Jiang Yao stayed in the illegal area for a while at least, and saw too many things that were [-] times more dangerous than this, but he quickly calmed down without being too frightened.

He saw clearly who was blocking his way.

Immediately froze.

"It's you?"

"Mr. Jiang."

The one who blocked his way was not the middle-aged man whom the assistant said 'missing' just now.

A middle-aged man in his early fifties, wearing a sweatshirt with a stand-up collar, branded with conspicuous logos all over his body, his face is fairly well-maintained, and a patent leather bag is tucked between his elbows.

Judging by the clothes alone, Jiang Yao led him to the upstart, and quickly searched in his mind whether the Jiang family had such a partner.

But with his identity, the people he usually associates with are not people in the top circle, but he is also a famous person anyway.

After thinking for a long time, he didn't find such a character in his mind.

Fortunately, the middle-aged man who blocked his way introduced himself without him asking: "I am Qiao Weiguo, Qiao Weimin's younger brother."

Jiang Yao went through the two names in his mind, and his expression eased: "You are a relative of Qiao Nian's adoptive parents..."

When Qiao Weiguo heard Qiao Nian's name mentioned, his expression darkened by an inch, and he quickly covered it up.

Dodging his eyes, he grabbed his hand: "Can you contact her for me? I have something to talk to her about."

Jiang Yao distanced himself without any trace: "Sorry, I can't help you."

Qiao Weiguo held his hand firmly, not letting him go: "Why?"

Jiang Yao frowned, but didn't shake off his hand. Considering that he was Qiao Nian's half-relative, he said patiently, "She rarely contacts us."

"Hmph." Qiao Weiguo sneered, as if mocking something, his eyes were a little loose, and his expression became ferocious: "I thought she only treated us like this, but I didn't expect her to be like this to your relatives!"

Seeing that he became emotional, Jiang Yao felt a faint sense of uneasiness in his heart, and immediately pulled Qiao Weiguo's hand again: "Let go of me first."