Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

Han Changqing looked at his angry expression, laughed heartily, and followed Xiao Mohan away, leaving Wenshui alone.

"Han, what's the point of this?" Wenshui touched the back of his head, obviously not seeing through Xiao Mohan.

Although he was thinking, Wenshui did not dare to neglect it. He walked downstairs quickly and borrowed Xiao Ran's car to Wen'an Pavilion.

The luxurious Land Rover was on the wide road.

"Master, I can't figure it out. He is a member of the Xiao family and cares about you, but he never tells you." Han Changqing said, pursing his lips and thinking for a long time.

"Look at this." Xiao Mohan said, handing the phone to Han Changqing.

Han Changqing was puzzled, took the phone and flipped through it, and instantly slapped his thigh and said: "Master, you knew it a long time ago?"

"He is not sure whether that man is his father." Xiao Mohan took back the phone, leaned on the seat of the co-pilot seat, and looked out the window.

At this moment, it was dusk.

The setting sun fell on the ground, stretching the shadows of all things long, as if to tilt the world, and beautifying these images and embellishing the world.

"I want to expose it, but I want to protect it." Xiao Mohan said.

Looking back on the past, everything seems very convincing.

"Was he killed? Or did he commit suicide?" Han Changqing said. He followed Xiao Mohan and experienced life and death. Nothing can be hidden from him.

But only Lao Xi's death seemed to be cruelly tortured, but also like suicide.

These two "seems" overlapped together, confusing people, and the body was not dissected, so it was impossible to determine how he died.

"If he committed suicide, it would be too... too cruel." Han Changqing said, and he was a little terrified.

Even he couldn't do it.

"Go see Zhuo." Xiao Mohan didn't answer, just looked at his phone and said to Han Changqing.

"Yes." Han Changqing listened, turned around smartly, and went to Zhuo Xi's mansion.

Xiao Mohan opened the car door, lifted his long legs, got out of the car gracefully, and walked into the house. Han Changqing followed behind with the car keys.

"Ah Qing, put this news online." Xiao Mohan said, handing him the phone.

Han Changqing was puzzled and took the phone. He saw that Xiao Mohan had drafted a concise draft on the way here, but the content revealed a lot of "secrets".

"Yes." Han Changqing forwarded the information to his mailbox and put the news online, which attracted a lot of attention.

Xiao Mohan strode into the house and suddenly thought of something.

"Notify the surnamed Hei that he has 30 minutes to detoxify." Xiao Mohan said, walked in, leaving Han Changqing with a puzzled look.

Mr. Hei has multiple poisons overlapping on his body.

"Yes." Han Changqing responded and called Mr. Hei to express that Xiao Mohan was very satisfied with the topographic map of the Hei family he provided last time, and asked him to come and get the antidote.

After the call, Han Changqing prepared to enter the house. His cell phone vibrated, and he answered the call while walking lightly with one hand in his pocket.

"Lian Chenyue?" Han Changqing paused when he heard the voice.

After hearing the other party's words, Han Changqing gritted his teeth, turned around and ran, driving towards the suburbs, obviously as if there was something extremely urgent.

In the mansion, although Yao Rong gave birth to a child, there was no joyful atmosphere.

Half an hour ago, Gu Chuyan woke up and drove here alone. Seeing that Wen Lao was busy and had not stopped until now, she stood up and walked forward.

"Wen Grandpa, how is Yao Rong? Will there be any impact on her health?" Gu Chuyan asked softly, but politely poured a cup of tea for Wen Lao and handed it forward.