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restaurant.

Zhuang Zihao stepped off the stage, sweating profusely from the dance.

"Boss, wine."

The clerk came up and handed him a shot of strong whiskey.

"Thanks--"

Zhuang Zihao patted the guy on the shoulder kindly, sat down at the bar beside him, and took a sip slowly.

He likes to drink strong alcohol after sweating.

"Don't drink this."

Suddenly, a hand stretched out diagonally, took the cup away, and changed it for him.

Zhuang Zihao looked up and saw Cheng Jing as expected.

"Why did you come here suddenly?"

Zhuang Zihao glanced at the tall glass in front of him with a twitching forehead, picked it up and sniffed it, his head was covered with black lines.

This... low-alcohol fruit wine, what's the point of drinking it?

"Come and see you, can't you?" Cheng Jing also hurried over just after finishing his work, "I heard from them that you often suffer from stomach problems recently, so don't drink too strong alcohol."

Zhuang Zihao looked up at him and chuckled, "Who is talking to you again? I'm fine! You are busy with your work, don't worry about me."

The lights inside were brightly lit, singing and dancing were peaceful, and it was very noisy. Cheng Jing looked around, and pulled Zhuang Zihao out of the bar without any explanation, "I haven't eaten yet, you can eat with me, go up there."

"Hey..." Zhuang Zihao was sweating from jumping, and he was dragged away before he had even had a sip of wine, "Can you be reasonable?"

The sound insulation upstairs is very good, it is his resting place, the hustle and bustle downstairs is completely isolated, and no sound can be heard.

Food was brought up soon.

"You have someone to deliver, why don't you come back after eating?"

Zhuang Zihao smacked his lips, still thinking about the wine he had only taken a sip of, but in a blink of an eye, Jian Chengjing's expression changed, and he raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's wrong? Did something happen?"

Cheng Jing didn't answer, and simply opened the lunch box, "Shall we have some together?"

Only then did Zhuang Zihao realize that something was wrong. Based on his understanding of this person, something must have happened.

"I've eaten it," Zhuang Zihao shook his head, "If you have anything to say, just say it, don't keep it to yourself."

Cheng Jing laughed.

"It's not that my elder brother got into trouble again." He sighed a long time, a little helpless, "We are so tired that we have been tossing around with him for several days——"

Zhuang Zihao rubbed his chin, and now he became puzzled, "What's wrong with it? It makes you feel troublesome?"

"Do you know Jiang Jiang?" Cheng Jing opened a bottle of beer, "Fang Yan's sister, who has been missing for many years, was raped by my good brother not long after she came back."

He drank a big sip of beer, relieved his fatigue, and continued: "That little girl has lived abroad for many years and studied under Mu De. She is a leader in the industry. She has collected the evidence and is waiting to sue me. What a great brother!"

If this kind of thing happened to ordinary girls in China, they would definitely settle the matter and settle it in private, but Jiang Jiang has been living abroad and knows how to use the law to protect himself, and he doesn't think being violated is an unspeakable scandal.

Therefore, the momentum was gathered to deal with the invaders.

"What?" Zhuang Zihao looked up in surprise, "That girl named Jiang Jiang, I know her, she... Did she have supper with Chu Heng some time ago?"

Chu Heng once sent him a message, bragging about using modern DNA technology to collect the hair of Fang Yan and Jiang Jiang to confirm their blood relationship, and asked him to wait for the result.

It turned out that something big happened that day.

Zhuang Zihao got up suddenly, and shouted outside: "Find a guy who hasn't been drinking to drive, I want to go out!"

Cheng Jing grabbed him, "It's so late, where are you going?"

Zhuang Zihao turned his head, rubbed his dizzy forehead, and took a breath, "Songlin Road."

Ever since he knew that Rick had returned, he hadn't been idle for a single minute. Some things, no matter how many years had passed, had to be paid back.

No one can escape, including Rick.

Zhuang Zihao pursed his lips, and smiled coldly, his expression was a bit cold, and Cheng Jing, who was beside him, felt his heart tighten.

That feeling... always felt like he was going to lose him.

"What are you doing on Pinewood Road?"

The car sped past on the deserted road, Zhuang Zihao looked at the faint lights in the distance, and chuckled, "Ahem...ahem...I know a little about what happened back then."

He patted Cheng Jing's shoulder, and said with emotion, "I've been waiting for a result from Chu Heng, and it seems to be confirmed."

Cheng Jing paused, "I'm afraid the other side is too busy to take care of themselves. Fang Yan has entered the hospital again. It is said that he has been in a coma for several days and has not woken up."

The Fang family is already in chaos. I am afraid that Chu Heng can't care about other things in the current situation.

"It's probably because of Jiang Jiang!"

Zhuang Zihao shook his head, suddenly fixed his gaze, and patted Cheng Jing, "Here we are, go down and have a look."

The car stopped on Songlin Road.

This time, with a solid mind in his mind, he got out of the car and went straight to the old house.

It's dark all around, there are few lights, the residents have almost moved, and there are very few left. In addition, some people died a while ago, it always feels gloomy, as if there is something.

Cheng Jing also got out of the car and strode over, "Go slowly, wait for me."

Zhuang Zihao was already familiar with that house.

He almost trotted all the way there, threw himself in front of the old fence door, raised his hand and pushed it, and unexpectedly found that it was open, so he stepped in without hesitation.

The weird old lady was sitting in the courtyard, sharpening her knife. There was a huge shepherd dog lying on her lap, but the coat was already very old, and she dozed off, and didn't even hear the sound of outsiders coming in.

With the lights dimmed, Zhuang Zihao walked in step by step, "Do you remember Zhuang Zhou?"

The old lady paused, and the sound of sharpening the knife suddenly stopped.

Zhuang Zihao took a deep breath, his voice trembling, "I am his son."

"The fire more than ten years ago was not an accident, but man-made."

He walked in step by step, feeling more and more excited, "Do you remember me? At that time, I often came here to play, Fang Yan went to school, only my sister was at home, she was bored alone, it was much harder for me This playmate is very happy."

The knife in the old lady's hand fell to the ground suddenly, making a crisp sound.

She raised her head, and finally there was expression on her scarred face, "You are that child... No, you were only so old at that time, how could you remember so many things?"

Zhuang Zihao walked up to her, leaned over, his eyes were scarlet, "I don't remember, after the fire, I received psychological intervention, and I forgot a lot of terrible things, but... that fire was set by you, I saw it with my own eyes Yes, you want your sister to die...you want her to die!"