He Jiayin became even more sad after hearing what Mrs. Mu said.

When Mu Zebing came in and saw Qiqi, he couldn't help but cover his mouth: "Qiqi...how could this happen?"

As soon as Mrs. Mu heard about Qiqi, she asked: "Qiqi? Qiqi has been found? How is it?"

"Mom..." Feng Rui failed to stop Mrs. Mu and let her in.

"Qiqi!" Mrs. Mu walked up to Mu Zechuan in two or three steps, picked up Qiqi, and found that it was dead. She cried uncomfortably: "What's wrong? What's going on?"

"Grandma..." He Jiayin was afraid that Mrs. Mu would be over-stimulated, so she quickly stepped forward to support her.

"How could Qiqi be like this?" Feng Rui came up and asked.

"The one we just found in our closet is already hardened and may have been dead for a long time."

"Qiqi is fine, why did she get into your closet?" Feng Rui immediately looked at He Jiayin, pointed at her nose and asked: "He Jiayin, did you lock Qiqi in your closet on purpose and kill her on purpose?

Its?!"

"Mom, can you have some basis for what you say?" Mu Zechuan was dissatisfied.

Although Feng Rui is his mother, she cannot bully his wife.

"Okay, give me some evidence!" Feng Rui was also very dissatisfied because his son always protected He Jiayin.

Mu Zechuan turned around and looked at the closet, and saw that it was very neat inside, so he said to everyone: "Qiqi was put here after she died. Look, if she had come in while she was alive, it would have been a mess.

"

Mu Zechuan's analysis made sense. Everyone was silent. After a while, Mrs. Mu said, "Okay, how could Qiqi die? How could she be put in the closet in your house?"

"He Jiayin, you killed Qiqi, right? Then you secretly hid Qiqi here, right?" Feng Rui still doubted He Jiayin.

He Jiayin couldn't laugh or cry, why did she do this? She simply admired Feng Rui's imagination.

"I didn't!" He Jiayin looked at Mrs. Mu, hoping she wouldn't doubt herself.

Mu Zebing also felt that Feng Rui went a little too far: "Mom, if it was really my sister-in-law who killed Qiqi, why did she hide it in her closet and find out on her own?"

"This is called thief and catch thief!" Feng Rui said coldly: "You deliberately made a noise and asked everyone to come over so that you could clean yourself up."

Mrs. Mu shook her head and said, "It wasn't Jiayin who did it. Qiqi is the closest to Jiayin, so how could she kill Qiqi?"

Feng Rui said: "Then who in this family would kill Qiqi? Me, Zechuan, and Bingbing? There is no one else in this family except her! I think she has no good intentions!"

He Jiayin lowered her head. In Feng Rui's eyes, is she such a heinous bad person?

Why is she so prejudiced against herself?

"Outsiders?" Mu Zechuan frowned and suddenly remembered that when he came back from school today, he saw Tang Qiaoen coming out of his brother's bedroom.

"What's wrong, Mu Zebing, do you know something?"

"I..." Mu Zebing wanted to tell everyone about Tang Qiaoen, but when he thought that he had no evidence, he shook his head: "I don't know what."

"Forget it, let's forget about this." Madam Mu carried Qiqi downstairs: "Zechuan and Jiayin, come over and help bury Qiqi."

Mu Zechuan and He Jiayin helped Mrs. Mu bury Qiqi in the garden.

Mu Zechuan saw his grandma sad and said, "Grandma, I will go to the dog market with you tomorrow to buy another puppy."

Mrs. Mu looked at Qiqi's grave and shook her head: "No, I didn't even take good care of Qiqi. I will never raise a puppy again."

Mu Zebing stood not far away, listening to grandma's words and couldn't help but feel sad.

The more she thought about Tang Qiaoen, the more suspicious she became. She returned to the bedroom, picked up the phone and called Tang Qiaoen, asking her to go out and meet her tomorrow.

She wanted to ask Tang Qiaoen face to face whether she had killed Qiqi and then put her in her brother's bedroom.

If that's the case, what is she doing?

Tang Qiaoen was very happy to see Mu Zebing taking the initiative to ask her out, so she readily agreed.

It was almost noon the next day, and Mu Zebing packed up and went out, making an appointment with Tang Qiaoen to meet at a Western restaurant.

As soon as she got in the car, her cell phone rang. She picked it up and it was He Jiachen.

"Mu Zebing, yesterday you said you would go to a math cram school with me. Have you packed up?"

"Yeah!" Mu Zebing groaned: "I forgot, when is the class?"

"How could you forget?" He Jiachen said, "It's one o'clock in the afternoon, are you still going?"

"Go, of course." Mu Zebing now has a goal in study, and she wants to compete with He Jiachen.

When He Jiachen went to cram school, she certainly didn't want to fall behind.

"But I have to eat with someone else at noon, but it shouldn't be too late. I'll go find you after dinner. Let's go there together, okay?"

"Eating?" When He Jiachen heard that Mu Zebing was dating, the little girl became curious and asked, "Who are you having dinner with? Is it the one named Lin Yixiang last time?"

"What!" Mu Zebing blushed as soon as she heard Lin Yixiang's name: "It's Sister Qiaoen."

"Oh, her." He Jiachen couldn't help but frowned when he heard Tang Qiaoen's name.

When she was a child, Tang Qiaoen lived in her house. She still remembered that Tang Qiaoen always bullied her. He often took away her favorite dolls, tore them into pieces and then gave them back to her. She felt that Tang Qiaoen was particularly scary, so she was bullied.

I dare not tell my parents and sisters for fear of retaliation from Tang Qiaoen.

"Be careful." He Jiachen thought of this and subconsciously reminded Mu Zebing.

"What?" Mu Zebing didn't understand what He Jiachen meant.

"It's nothing. Don't be late for class this afternoon." After saying that, He Jiachen hung up the phone.

When Mu Zebing arrived at the restaurant, Tang Qiaoen had already arrived for a while.

She put the menu in front of Mu Zebing: "Whatever you want to eat, order it yourself."

In recent times, Tang Qiaoen has obviously felt that the relationship between Mu Zebing and He Jiayin has gradually become harmonious. She is a little afraid that if Mu Zebing is of the same mind as He Jiayin, then her foothold in the Mu family will become worse.

Getting narrower.

Mu Zebing casually ordered a steak set and juice. She didn't come here just for the meal.

The juice came first. Mu Zebing stirred the liquid in the cup with a straw. Looking at Tang Qiaoen sitting opposite, he didn't know how to ask her about Qiqi.

"Bingbing, what's wrong with you? You look worried." Tang Qiaoen spoke first.

Mu Zebing took a breath and finally made up her mind. She must figure things out today, otherwise wouldn't she be here in vain?

"Sister Qiaoen," Mu Zebing sat up straight: "Qiqi is dead."
Chapter completed!