He Mo was about to throw a punch, but was stopped by Luo Yuchen's words. He raised his head reluctantly and looked at the calm Luo Yuchen, "Brother Yuchen——"
"Okay, I don't care what personal grudges you have. We are here today to get some evidence for investigation. That's it for now. You help her up first."
Luo Yuchen had a nonchalant look on his face. He Mo hadn't had a good time yet, and his expression was obviously not good, but he still stopped at Luo Yuchen's words, reluctantly stretched out his hand, and lay limply on the ground, almost stopping him.
The woman with a puddle of soft mud dragged her up, and did not forget to add a few vicious words, "Humph, if Brother Yuchen hadn't let you go, I would have beaten you to death!"
He Jiahui gasped for breath and let He Mo pull her up from the ground. She was leaning on the sofa and could stand upright. She immediately waved away He Mo's hand, causing him to sneer. He didn't say anything more, but
He came in front of Luo Yuchen again, almost jumping up and flapping like a dog raised by someone else, "Brother Yuchen, is there anything else you need me to do?"
Luo Yuchen shook his head lightly and asked something irrelevant, "Where is He Jiahui's bedroom?"
He Mo was stunned for a moment and pointed upstairs, "On the third floor, turn left and take the first room. Brother Yuchen, are you going to--"
Before he finished speaking, Luo Yuchen had already walked up to the exquisitely decorated spiral staircase, and Mr. Luo followed him up. The police officer following the two of them walked up to He Jiahui, who was struggling to stand, and said in a cold voice
, "Ms. He, please——"
He Jiahui took a deep breath, glanced at the person in front of her with a sinister look, clenched the small piece of paper in her hand, and limped towards the spiral staircase.
…
"What? Are you kidding us?"
Luo Yuchen couldn't tell whether he was awake or angry. Looking at He Jiahui's eyes that were as calm as stagnant water, his voice couldn't suppress his anger, "You tricked my grandpa and me into coming here, and then you told us that your evidence is gone?
lost?"
"He Jiahui, who do you think will believe your lies? Why did you bring us here? Tell me!"
If Mr. Luo hadn't consciously stopped Luo Yuchen, he might have been unable to hold back his anger at this moment and rushed up to give He Jiahui a slap in the face. However, He Jiahui looked like a dead pig who is not afraid of being scalded by boiling water, leaning weakly on the wardrobe.
On the door, looking at Luo Yuchen who was furious, his voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible, but there was a maniacal smile in it.
"Yes, I just tricked you, so what?"
"He Jiahui! You—"
"Ah Chen, don't be impulsive yet."
Mr. Luo sighed, raised his hand to stop Luo Yuchen, and slowly turned his calm eyes to He Jiahui, with a clear understanding of everything in his eyes, "Tell me, who are you here to see?"
He Jiahui said that day that he had something in his hand that could prove Bai Zixin's identity. He was definitely not lying. Mr. Luo saw clearly that He Jiahui was under their strict surveillance and would do anything to come to He's house to meet a man.
person, then that person must be related to He Jiaming, and maybe he can help her!
Otherwise, there is no need for He Jiahui to lie, or in other words, there is no reason not to hand over the evidence in her hand.