Stopping, Zhuli frowned.
So she told Du Jianzhou what happened last night.
He didn't have much reaction after hearing this, he held his forehead and sighed.
"I called the police once."
"They searched inside and outside but couldn't find the girls I mentioned."
"Song Lang should have hidden them in advance."
Zhuli broke into cold sweat all over his body, and his expression was filled with anxiety.
Du Jianzhou didn't refute and took her out.
"The most important thing right now is to find evidence that he embezzled public funds."
"Once one of his crimes is exposed to the public, these people may be saved."
She thought he was right and nodded.
For a moment, he felt a little embarrassed: "I've been here for so many days and still haven't found a chance to enter his study."
He didn't answer her, but led her straight out the door.
Although Zhuli wanted to stop, there were hands behind her pushing her forward.
Turn around and stand still.
"Is there anything you can do now? We finally got to this point and left like this..."
As she spoke, she moved her eyes to the window of the study on the third floor.
Du Jianzhou also saw that she really wanted to help Jing Huaizhi, but he had already told her to take her out no matter what.
"I can hold Uncle Quan temporarily."
The Uncle Quan he calls is the housekeeper here, and his status is second only to Song Lang.
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"Uncle Quan, why are you staying here alone when it's so busy today?"
Du Jianzhou doesn't often wear formal clothes like Jing Huaizhi. He usually wears whatever feels comfortable.
He leaned against the wall casually and raised his eyebrows.
The person who usually guarded the door suddenly had a stomachache, and the housekeeper didn't dare to relax.
But after seeing Du Jianzhou, a rare smile appeared on his face.
"Master Du."
He put his arm around the butler's shoulders and chatted about home affairs.
Leng Zhirou and Zhuli hid at the entrance of the stairs. When the opportunity came at this moment, the two of them looked at each other.
From the corner of his eye, Du Jianzhou saw Zhuli opening the door, and he patted the butler on the shoulder.
Leng Zhirou stole a key from Song Lang last night, and the two of them got in smoothly.
The door to the study room was gently closed, and Zhuli felt extremely guilty.
She gasped silently.
"There's no time, let's split up."
Leng Zhirou's words broke her still nervous state.
When Zhuli finally recovered, she had already started to take action.
However, they searched through all the cabinets and drawers but could not find what they wanted.
She was tired and wanted to sit on the chair at the desk and rest for a while.
Putting his trembling hands on the desk, he accidentally knocked over the files on the table.
Zhuli almost screamed, but luckily he caught it with both hands.
"What happened?"
Leng Zhirou was inspecting the murals on the wall when she heard something coming from Zhuli and trotted over.
"fine."
She squatted under the table and tightened her fingers suddenly.
Seeing that she was fine, Leng Zhirou went back to do his own things.
Seeing the paper thrown carelessly in the corner, a trace of doubt flashed in Zhuli's eyes:
Don’t you want the documents that were thrown on the floor?
Just as she was about to pick it up and look through it, a pair of hot palms covered her mouth.
"Who? Save..."
Turning his head, his eyes met the man's dark eyes.
The little face that was wrinkled just now suddenly broke into a smile.
"Shh, don't shout."
Jing Huaizhi let go and took off the mask he was wearing.
The strong lines are exposed in the woman's eyes through the afterglow of the setting sun.
He was wearing black casual clothes today, rarely wearing glasses, and he actually looked handsome.
"How did you come?"
"How did you get in?"
Zhuli still remained leaning on his shoulder, completely unaware of the expression of the other person in the study.
Jing Huaizhi lowered his eyelids and chuckled: "I'll take you home."
"But I haven't..."
"Huaizhi, we don't have time."
Leng Zhirou urged impatiently.
He stood up, and Zhuli realized that the window behind him had been opened at some point.
This is the third floor. Did he climb up?
"I think there's something wrong with that painting."
Leng Zhirou motioned to Jing Huaizhi to come over and take a look.
This is a landscape painting, and there is nothing strange about it at first glance.
He gave a sneer, raised his hand and touched the middle of the painting.
When his slender and straight fingers touched the center of the painting, the painting suddenly sank.
"empty."
Sure enough, after the painting was taken down, a piece of it was indeed chipped out.
There is a tin box in the small cubicle.
"Jian Zhou, why are you here?"
Hearing Song Lang's voice, the three of them looked at each other.
"You take her away first, and I'll find a way to get out on my own."
Leng Zhirou said while putting the painting back.
"Let's go? Where are we going?"
Zhuli frowned together.
This is the third floor. If you don't die if you jump down, you'll probably become paralyzed.
While in a daze, Jing Huaizhi had already pulled up the rope and waved to her.
"What are you doing standing still? If you keep doing this, none of us can leave."
She leaned over and looked out the window. There seemed to be a few dark figures squatting in the flower bed.
Is this meant to be used as a human mat for her?
Outside the study, Song Lang and Du Jianzhou exchanged a few words and planned to go in.
"Uncle."
He wanted to delay it for a little longer, but he didn't dare to make it too obvious.
"What's wrong?"
Song Lang had already begun to become suspicious. Could it be that there was really a thief in his study?
"Can the girl play with me for a few more days?"
Song Lang raised his eyes slightly and smiled evilly: "You kid!"
"In that case, I'll give it to you."
He was quite generous and readily agreed.
As soon as the door opened, the room was as quiet as ever.
A gust of breeze blew, and a corner of the files on the desktop was lifted.
"Did I leave the window open when I left?"
There was a hint of surprise in his eyes.
In the flower bed downstairs, a few pairs of dark eyes carefully scanned the surrounding area.
After making sure that no one was around, they cautiously emerged from the flower bed.
"I can't leave now."
Zhuli held Jing Huaizhi's wrist bone and shook his head in rejection.
"You go, I'm here."
Leng Zhirou persuaded her coldly and ruthlessly.
She still shook her head and refused.
After taking such a big risk to touch his study, he finally found a clue. If she disappeared now, Song Lang would definitely be suspicious.
What if Leng Zhirou gets hurt again.
"Don't worry, I have a way to deal with him."
Leng Zhirou seemed to see her concerns and answered her calmly.
She has been here like this for so many years, and she won't care about these few days anymore.
Zhuli looked very ugly and held her hand and refused to let go.
"Sister Leng, I..."
As soon as he opened his mouth, he was knocked unconscious from behind.
"I will do what I promised you."
Before leaving, Jing Huaizhi dropped these words.
A faint smile actually appeared on Leng Zhirou's usually cold face.
But it was only for a moment.
"Thank you."
"Huaizhi."
Zhuli woke up again in Qingfeng Garden.
I pinched the back of my neck with my fingers and pinched it again and again, but it still hurt.
He sat up on the edge of the bed and glanced at the very familiar bedroom around him.
Is she back again?
Isn't she talking to Leng Zhirou?
I don’t remember what happened after that.
While I was in a daze, the door handle was turned open from the outside.
