After admitting the wrong person and getting the wrong certificate, the heir of a wealthy family bec

Seeing the beggar rushing over, Jin Xi protected Wen Rao and dodged to the side.

"Thank you."

The beggar said quickly as he passed by them.

Wen Rao looked at his fleeing back calmly.

The young men were looking for the person who threw the stones, and Wen Rao took the opportunity to leave with Jin Xi.

"Mrs. Zhan, the beggar."

When the two of them reached a small path on the side, they saw the beggar who had run away before watching them not far away.

"He seemed to want us to follow him."

After Wen Rao finished speaking, Jin Xi looked alert.

"This person feels weird, be careful!"

"Let's go over and take a look. Turn on the location. If there's anything wrong, leave immediately."

Wen Rao whispered to Jin Xi.

The two followed the beggar for a while. He looked back at them from time to time. When he saw that they had caught up with him, his expression seemed to be relieved, but it also gave people a complicated feeling.

"Mrs. Zhan, the signal here is very unstable. It seems there is a jammer or something."

Jin Xi noticed that the locator signal was intermittent.

"Don't go, there's a car nearby, get in and take a walk around."

Wen Rao pulled Jin Xi across the road, got in the car, started the car and drove in the opposite direction.

The beggar turned around and didn't see them, so he stamped his feet anxiously.

When Wen Rao asked Jin Xi to go around and come back, she saw the beggar being dragged into a black car on the side of the road by two men in black.

They didn't know what happened in the car, but after a while the beggar was thrown out of the car. The scars on his face were even worse than before, and he walked with a limp.

"Jin Xi, take a picture of him and go back to check it out."

"it is good."

After Wen Rao finished speaking, her eyes fell on the beggar's back. She inexplicably felt that the back was very familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere.

……

The next morning, Zhan Yan went to Qingshan Academy with his grandfather. Wen Rao woke up and was about to look for Zhan's mother when she suddenly heard a sharp shout from the yard outside.

"These are the flowers I worked so hard to grow! Why did you cut them for me?

Do you think you are the hostess of Qingshanguan?

The male owner here is Mr. Zhan! The female owner is Mrs. Zhan!

It’s not your turn yet!”

A woman's voice was sharp and sarcastic.

"I asked the gardener, and he said he didn't want them. I thought it was a pity, so I thought of arranging them and making a flower arrangement."

The voice of Zhan's mother explaining was heard.

"Sister Xu Yun, isn't this what you said you didn't want yesterday? Madam Zhan asked me, and I told her the truth!

It has nothing to do with Madam Zhan! If I heard it wrong, you can blame me. "

The other voice should be the gardener here.

Wen Rao put on her clothes and went out immediately.

Then, an emotional middle-aged woman was seen standing opposite Zhan's mother.

She didn't look like the locals. She had very fair skin and a full face, but she looked a little weird. Her whole face looked like a steamed bun.

Her clothes are also very trendy, but they give people the feeling that she is trying too hard.

The woman was now pinching her waist and angrily scolding Zhan's mother.

"I'll say it again! I'm in charge of this place! I've already handed over the school's accounts to you!

What else do you want? How can you be so greedy! You even want to get involved in the flower garden!

I know you are Mrs. Zhan! But you can't bully me like this!

I tell you, human endurance is limited!"

The woman seemed to have many misunderstandings and hostility towards Zhan's mother.

Mother Zhan put down the flowers in her hand, and when she saw Wen Rao coming out, she quickly shook her head at her.

Zhan's mother knew why Xu Yun was looking for trouble with her, and she didn't want Wen Rao to be involved.

Wen Rao walked to the side calmly, thinking that if Xu Yun dared to take action, she would be the first to rush over.