The president always wants to steal my sweet potato

Zhu Qingshuo pursed his lips and carefully considered his words: "My father's Xiuyu jade is on the antique exhibition poster. Sister, you are recuperating abroad. I don't want to delay you, so I came back on my own."

Mu Yaqi looked at her straight in the eyes and said seriously: "It's a good thing that you think about me, but it's your fault if you don't tell me."

She narrowed her eyes slightly, as if she saw through something: "If you want to do this yourself, you must return home, because you are not confident in leaving it to others."

"In a situation like this, you shouldn't be afraid of delaying me. You should know that I care about your safety."

"So next time something like this happens, what should you do?" Mu Yaqi asked.

Zhu Qingshuo was very honest: "I'll tell you."

Mu Yaqi nodded.

But he still felt uneasy, so he raised his eyes and glared at her again: "Even if you don't tell me, I will find out. Just wait for me then."

Zhu Qingshuo flattered: "That can't be~"

Mu Yaqi looked at her twice more before ending the topic.

She continued: "I ask questions and you answer them. I only want answers, not explanations."

Zhu Qingshuo nodded.

"Was Xiuyu originally abroad or in China?"

"foreign."

"Mr. Sera is your father?"

"Yes."

"When will he be buried?"

"April 2013, 10."

"Did you watch the whole process?"

"Ah."

"When did you leave home?"

"October 2013, 10, the next day is Frost Descent."

"Where did you see the poster for the antique show?"

"News report."

“When did you see the poster?”

"Yesterday morning at breakfast."

"Have you been back to your family in the past few years?"

"No."

Mu Yaqi suddenly paused. For a moment, the air seemed to freeze, and the silence was depressing.

Zhu Qingshuo lowered his eyes and waited quietly, but he felt a little nervous, not knowing what Mu Yaqi would say next.

After a long while, Mu Yaqi's voice sounded again: "Do you want to find out?"

Zhu Qingshuo was slightly stunned. After he reacted, he immediately raised his head and looked at Mu Yaqi, his eyes full of desire: "Yes."

Mu Yaqi asked: "If I'm not mistaken, the burial was on the 22th, and you had already left the family on the morning of the nd?"

Zhu Qingshuo nodded.

Mu Yaqi explained slowly with a knowing expression, "Mr. Sera had indeed passed away that year, but within two days, that is, in the afternoon of the day you left, he was taken away by the man just now for experiments."

Zhu Qingshuo's eyes widened, his face filled with shock, and he was completely stunned.

Mu Yaqi ignored her reaction and continued, "From what he just said, the experiment has achieved certain results, but it is not perfect yet."

Zhu Qingshuo frowned slightly, and his voice was filled with a hint of expectation and hesitation: "So my father is really still alive?"

Mu Yaqi raised her eyebrows: "Now we can only confirm that he is not dead, but it is hard to say what his condition is."

Zhu Qingshuo stood there, his eyes a little wandering, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Mu Yaqi looked at her: "Do you want to go find him?"

Zhu Qingshuo raised his head, his lips moving slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say it.

Mu Yaqi sighed: "The man just now was called Meng Zhe. After today, Mr. Sera will not be in danger until he sees you."

She looked at Zhu Qingshuo, who was obviously anxious but still trying to control himself, and comforted him, "I know you are anxious, but don't be anxious yet."