Siheyuan: Pushing Huairu, the Prime Minister admits defeat

After carefully selecting and preparing the gifts for Mr. and Mrs. Jiang at the Friendship Store, Mary even specially sent a waiter to deliver them on time.

After doing all this, Li Weijun followed Jiang Xifeng to the Jiang family residence in Shanghai with trepidation.

Along the way, Jiang Xifeng took the trouble to tell Li Weijun about her grandfather's preferences, such as having a loud voice, clear pronunciation, and being neither humble nor arrogant.

Especially the point about his voice being like a loud bell. As old veterans who have survived the bloody battles on the battlefield, they particularly like young men who have a tall stature, a resounding voice and are masculine.

Therefore, Li Weijun must put away his usual laziness, concentrate on his spirit, and keep his body neat and proper.

Li Weijun was overwhelmed by the myriad of rules, but he could not avoid trying to curry favor with the old man, so he could only let Jiang Xifeng dress up according to the old man's preferences.

The folds of clothes should be smoothed out as much as possible, the belt should be tied tightly, and the eyes should be bright, revealing the sharp mind and attitude.

These things were undoubtedly a little tiring for Li Weijun, but after a slight adjustment, he successfully achieved a state that satisfied Jiang Xifeng.

"Xifeng, tell me, if uncle asks for detailed evidence, we are just talking nonsense without any evidence. What if we reveal our true intentions?"

Hearing Li Weijun's worry, Jiang Xifeng raised her eyebrows nonchalantly: "Do you really think that my father believes in Li Huaide and thinks highly of Li Huaide? He just has no way to regret it. Now that I am sleepy and have a pillow, I will naturally send someone to investigate whether this is true or not. As long as I am willing, Li Huaide is true or not, and he is true or not."

At this point, Jiang Xifeng seemed to remember something and said, "Oh, right, all I know these years is that Li Huaide has been having affairs outside, but I'm not sure who it is. My father wants to ask in detail, but I'm afraid it won't work if he doesn't investigate thoroughly."

Li Weijun knew very well that Jiang Xifeng was looking for the name and identity of Li Huaide's mistress.

I wanted to tell her everything, but I couldn't figure out the Jiang family's style. If Liu Lan suffered secondary harm, it would be bad.

So he hesitated for a moment and didn't mention Liu Lan: "How would I know? Li Huaide did these things secretly. I only saw her from a distance. I only know that she was a female comrade who finished washing in the kitchen of the steel mill cafeteria. If it's her real name, I really don't know."

"Pfft, a female employee washing dishes? It seems that when people are hungry, they can eat anything."

Jiang Xifeng sneered but didn't think about the root cause of this situation.

A quarter of an hour later, the Beetle stopped steadily in front of an antique Chinese mansion.

The red walls and black tiles, surrounded by green trees, are quiet and silent, forming a sharp contrast with the noisy and bustling environment of Shanghai.

Li Weijun looked at the huge courtyard, rockery, lake, and even pavilions in front of him, and smiled for a moment.

When they looked up, they were stunned to see several armed guards on duty in front of them.

A guard saw the unknown car you reported coming and was about to drive it away.

But when they saw Jiang Xifeng getting off the carriage, they hurriedly lined up to salute and were about to say hello.

But Jiang Xifeng interrupted him carelessly: "Brother Zhou Tao, don't be so polite. Every time we meet, you are so reserved and awkward. It makes me feel embarrassed. Is my father at home? Is he busy at work these days? Have you rested on time to take care of your health?"