He Is Warmer Than Time

It was Mrs. Yu, the neighbor of her former bungalow who came.

How could she come?

Is it just a friend of the deputy dean?

How could it be such a coincidence?

She turned pale with fright, and Han couldn't run away, trying to escape the torture that was about to be faced.

Han Ping was also a little strange: "This lady, you... aren't you Zhong Qi's neighbor? Why did you come to my house?"

Mrs. Yu smiled and said, "Vice President Tang invited me over."

Han Ping frowned and looked at Tang Ji'an: "What's the matter? Do you know this wife?"

Tang Ji'an stopped hiding and said directly to his wife: "I heard that you are Zhong Qi's neighbor?"

Mrs. Yu nodded: "Well, Prosecutor Zhong has moved to my house next door for more than a month."

Han Ping's face was not very good-looking, she glanced at Zhong Qi, and Zhong Qi was panicked and gloomy.

Tang Ji'an asked again: "Is it just over a month?"

Mrs. Yu nodded: "Yes, this house belongs to Mr. Huang and Mrs. Huang. Because their son is studying abroad, he sublet it out."

Zhong Qi's face was pale, and she was exposed to lies and sweeping her face, as if she had taken off her fig leaf. She felt extremely embarrassed.

Han Ping's face was even uglier than her.

Tang Ji'an raised his eyebrows slightly: "You said the house was rented to Zhong Qi?"

Mrs. Yu nodded: “It’s true that Mrs. Huang and I have a good relationship. She talked to me when she left. She said that she would go abroad to live for a few years and she would come back later. Therefore, the bungalows were not sold. It’s just rented out."

Han Ping obviously couldn't listen anymore.

She was fooled, and someone was bold enough to fool her.

She looked at Zhong Qi angrily, no longer her previous appreciation and favor: "Zhong Jianchao, what is going on? Didn't you say that you bought this house yourself?"

Zhong Qi knew that any more arguments at this time would be futile and meaningless. She only made a pitiful look, hoping that Mrs. Su could move her compassionate heart.

Tang Ji'an looked at the overly greedy woman in disdain, and snorted softly, "So, did Zhong Qi lie to his aunt?"

Han Ping was deceived herself, and she felt that this was not something worth talking about on the stage. She lost her teeth and swallowed blood. She could only say: "I don't know right from wrong, and I am not good."

Tang Ji'an said again: "Did my aunt see a distant relative of her before?"

Zhong Qi trembled all over again, she was really upset, and Tang Vice Court was really cruel to her, and she didn't leave any affection to her.

Anyway, she still worked hard at the procuratorate for so many years.

This man really doesn't keep any old feelings.

Han Ping nodded: "It's...what's the matter?"

Tang Ji'an glanced at Mrs. Yu, and Mrs. Yu immediately said: "Mrs. Su, I felt strange last time, because that day, I saw you come to Prosecutor Zhong and heard you mention that distant relative, but I But it was clear that Prosecutor Zhong called that middle-aged woman as his mother."

Zhong Qi closed her eyes.

It's too much to return to heaven, and it's too weak to return to heaven.

Everything ends up in a fixed number.

Her good impression in front of Mrs. Su was completely shattered. Mrs. Su was unreliable.

And all of this was brought to her by the man she liked.

She likes the wrong person.

Han Ping looked at Zhong Qi in amazement: "Prosecutor Zhong, you actually...you don't even recognize your mother?"