Hearing Jiang Tong's words, Qiao Mou was silent for a moment, then said, "You better come over yourself."
After saying this, he directly hung up the phone.
Looking at the disconnected phone in her hand, Jiang Tong rubbed her forehead in frustration.
This damn Qiao Mou is still the same as before, always speaking half the truth and leaving the other half unsaid.
She glanced at the watch in her hand, and upon seeing that the time was still appropriate, she made a late-night call to Du Ruoqiao.
"Teacher, when will the Supreme Prosecution's election speech likely be held?"
After all, Du Ruoqiao had participated in such large events back in the day, so she should be quite knowledgeable.
"It should be next month; this time, Elder Ji just wants to assess you all a bit. What's wrong, Xiao Tong?"
Du Ruoqiao's puzzled tone conveyed through the phone; her kidnapping had been classified, so he likely didn't know yet.
