"Alright, it's rare for you to ask a favor from me. Let's talk about it when we get home tonight then."
Qiao Ling let out a sigh of relief. Although she was truly anxious, she knew that, at this moment, the initiative was in Li Shaoxian's hands. If he wanted to meet at night, she had no choice but to comply.
Qiao Ling returned to her office and gazed at the chaotic desktop. Her mood became even more irritable. Supporting her forehead with one hand, she wanted to discard everything and ignore it all, but it was only a thought; she couldn't actually do it.
How likely was it for the Li Family to help?
Qiao Ling had no idea at all. Although the two families had a marital connection, in times like these, everyone would choose to protect themselves, and the Li family would be no exception.
So, what if the Li family refused to help?
A name suddenly appeared in Qiao Ling's mind, a name just mentioned by Father Qiao.
Wei Chengfeng.
