Josnian's eyes were even colder.

It seems that there are quite a lot of talkative people.

Ye Jiaqi doesn't believe that her father is dead, she only believes in the truth.

"Master Qiao, can you give me back all my mother's things? Photo albums, jewelry, picture albums...many, many...she loves to draw, especially the blue enchantress. Her paintings are very beautiful, and she also

Love me very much."

Ye Jiaqi looked at Josnian pleadingly.

There was nothing she could do in front of this noble, aloof man.

She could only ask him.

"How do I know where your mother's things are, Ye Jiaqi, don't be unreasonable." Josnian stared at her.

"Do you really not know?" Ye Jiaqi also looked at him.

Between their eyes, there was an icy coldness.

The air temperature drops sharply.

The living room was deserted and cold.

Does he really not know?

Josnian sneered, obviously not bothering to answer this question.

"What about Zuo Pingkun? Have you hidden him? I have something to ask him, can you help me find it?" Ye Jiaqi looked at him pleadingly.

"I'm not free enough to meddle in strangers' affairs." Josnian felt annoyance in his chest, "Ye Jiaqi, if you don't leave, I will kick you out!"

His tone was fierce and cold.

After saying that, Josnian took the suit from the sofa and walked straight upstairs.

His back moved away little by little.

Ye Jiaqi stared blankly upstairs, refusing to look away and not moving his steps.

The air suddenly became quiet, and only the sound of Josnian's footsteps could be heard.

The crystal lamp exudes a faint light, and the quiet light falls on the ground, making no sound.

Ye Jiaqi's hands were shaking.

Her eyes were full of confusion and confusion.

Suddenly, he stood on the second floor and stopped, but did not turn around. His back was turned to her.

Ye Jiaqi thought he wanted to say something to her and moved his lips.

"Ye Jiaqi, do you have to go to the United States?" There was a chill in his voice.

Ye Jiaqi moved his eyelids but said nothing.

The answer is obvious.

Josnian didn't speak again, with a mocking arc on his lips, and walked indifferently to his bedroom.

There was silence in the living room.

The soles of Ye Jiaqi's feet felt weak, and he suddenly couldn't tell his direction.

The threads in my mind remain messy if they are constantly cut and sorted out.

The truth is long overdue.

Zuo Pingkun was not her biological father. Josnian said that her father was dead.

She has nothing more to ask, right?

However, this is not the case, Fang Ya clearly said...

Her head felt dull and painful, and Fang Ya's voice sounded in her ears, gentle and cold.

Ye Jiaqi rubbed his temples and left Qiao's house with his bag on his back.

How did you come and how did you leave?

The sun was shining brightly when I arrived, and the evening breeze was cool when I left.

It's already nine o'clock at night, it's not too late, it's not too early.

Ye Jiaqi grabbed the strap of his backpack and walked on the familiar road with his head down.

This road was so quiet that there was no sound at all. She could even hear the chirping of insects in the grass.

Chirp, chirp...

Why did she come here when she knew he wouldn't tell her anything?

After waiting hard all day.

Just like those twelve years, she had waited for him for twelve years.

But no matter what the truth is, she will not give up.

Ye Jiaqi walked along the roadside, and the light from the street lights lengthened her shadow.

When walking on this road before, she loved to dance because the diamond-shaped floor tiles on the roadside were very interesting.

Tonight, under the blend of moonlight and street lights, she was also jumping step by step.
Chapter completed!