Bai Yao gently stroked Xiaochuan on the phone, his eyes full of determination.
"Xiaochuan, wait for me."
"I will definitely take you home."
…
As night fell, Bai Yao and the others returned to Yuncheng.
Bai Ling parked the helicopter on the helipad of his home, and Bai Yao went straight to the garage and drove out a sports car.
Bai Ling and Suzaku were stunned but did not catch up with her.
Suzaku was afraid that something would happen to her, so he had to let Bai Ling drive after her.
"Sister Yaoer can drive at a speed that most people can't catch up with." Bai Ling could only use all his strength to chase her.
But he was still far away from Bai Yao.
She galloped all the way and arrived outside the scrap station.
I saw that the two large rusty and broken iron doors of the scrapyard were locked, and it was pitch dark inside. It was obvious that Li Daoxuan had not returned yet.
Bai Yao looked at the waste products piled up into a hill in the dark winter.
"Looks like I have to do it myself."
She kicked open the broken iron door.
The iron door fell down with a dull sound.
She found the light switch in the bungalow based on her memory from her last visit.
With the light source, I thought it would be easier to find things.
Unexpectedly, it was a little more difficult than she thought.
Although the scrap station run by Li Daoxuan is a branch of the Ninth Bureau, it actually collects scraps.
There is an unusual amount of waste piled up in this area.
Looking around, I felt like I had to sit there for several nights.
Bai Yao rolled up his sleeves and did it without saying a word!
When Bai Ling and Suzaku arrived, they saw her immersed in picking up all kinds of plastic waste.
"Is Sister Yaoer really crazy?!"
"It looks a bit like..."
Suzaku had imagined that she would be angry, hateful, and explosive, but he never expected that when she faced the truth about Yanagi Xingchuan's murder, she would actually come to the scrap station to pick up scraps.
Is this a girl’s unique way of relieving stress?
Bai Yao knew that the two of them were coming and said without raising his head: "You two, don't be idle anymore. Find a sofa."
Bai Ling suddenly understood and quickly joined in.
Suzaku looked disgusted, "Little Bai Yao, don't you love to be clean? You're not afraid of getting dirty when you pick up all this garbage."
Her long, slender, white hands were now covered in black ash.
"You're a homeless person, but you still dislike waste?" Bai Yao laughed at him rudely.
"It's not that I dislike it. I mean you can just watch from the side. Let us men do this kind of rough work." He rolled up his sleeves and walked over.
Bai Yao said quietly: "I am not a spoiled rich lady."
After she finished speaking, she continued to search.
Suzaku was stunned for a moment, then smiled helplessly, "You wouldn't have taken the initiative to touch these dirty things before."
It seems that the appearance of Yanagi Xingchuan has changed her a lot.
The three of them were frantically picking up scraps.
In the middle of the night, Li Daoxuan finally came back.
He parked the car at the door, walked to the big iron door a little tiredly, and took out the key as usual and prepared to open the door.
"Huh?"
Li Daoxuan's hand holding the key froze in the air, his eyes suddenly widened, "Is this my front door?!"
Taking another closer look, the scrap yard was brightly lit.
"Damn it, there's a thief!"
Li Daoxuan suddenly looked alert, picked up the steel bar in the corner, and tiptoed inside.
Soon, the sound of scrapping was heard.
He gritted his teeth, "If the scrapyard is so dilapidated, someone would dare to steal it. Little thief, let me break your legs!"
He raised the steel bar and rushed out, "Little thief! Where can you run!"
Zhuque reacted very quickly, moved his body to block behind Bai Yao, and caught the steel bar that Li Daoxuan smashed down with his bare hands.
"Venerable Suzaku?!"
"Xiao Li?!"
The two recognized each other at the same time.
Li Daoxuan put down the steel bar and went to hold Suzaku's hands with joy, "Venerable Suzaku, why do you have time to come to Yuncheng?"
Suzaku broke away from his hand angrily and deliberately pinched Li Daoxuan's face with his dirty paws.
"We haven't seen you for many years. Xiao Li, you have become bolder. You even dare to hit me."
"I didn't realize it was you, old man." Li Daoxuan scratched his head in embarrassment.
Little did he know that his face had been transformed into a tabby cat by Suzaku.
"Your Majesty, are you here to understand the sentiments of the people?" Li Daoxuan joked, "And you brought your friends?"
Bai Yao turned around and glanced at him, "It's me."
"Little Ancestor!!!" When Li Daoxuan saw it was her, he was even more surprised than when he saw Suzaku moving. "You, how did you become like this?"
I really don’t blame him for not recognizing Bai Yao.
At this moment, Bai Yao's body was covered in dust, and he felt like he was disgraced.
Of course, no matter how depressed Bai Yao is, she is still breathtakingly beautiful.
Li Daoxuan was just wondering why she came to his scrapyard in the middle of the night and made herself dirty?
"Did you collect the old sofa a week ago?" Bai Yao asked him bluntly.
Li Daoxuan nodded and said with confusion on his face: "I collect old furniture every day."
"Where?"
"Although many of the old furniture are discarded by others, they are very in demand in the flea market. Once the old sofa is in my hands, it can be sold basically within two days."
"Little Ancestor, do you want to buy an old sofa?"
Bai Yao said patiently: "Think carefully, there was a mahogany sofa here a week ago. Has it ever been to your place? If so, who did you sell it to?"
"Mahogany sofa?" Li Daoxuan's eyes lit up, "Are you talking about the very expensive huanghuali sofa?"
Bai Ling quickly echoed: "Yes, yes, that's the one!"
"Uncle, you won't really sell it to someone else, will you? Tell us quickly, who did you sell it to?"
Li Daoxuan smiled and said: "Of course I can't bear to sell such an expensive sofa at a low price. I've kept all the good stuff in my room."
As he spoke, he led them to his bedroom.
His bedroom is locked, not the room where he had a barbecue.
Li Daoxuan complained while unlocking the door: "I wonder which loser threw away such a valuable huanghuali sofa."
"I guess the loser who threw the sofa must have thought it was a fake. I looked at it carefully and found that it is a very pure huanghuali sofa. The market price is very expensive."
"The sofa is in good condition, why throw it away? These rich people just have too much money to burn their pockets and have no time to do anything!"
He was like a prodigal, which made Bai Ling flush with shame, and he was so embarrassed that he wanted to crawl under the ground.
The room door opens.
The expensive huanghuali sofa was placed in the middle of his room, forming a sharp contrast with the tattered furnishings around it.
"The golden phoenix in the chicken coop." Suzaku laughed at it.
Li Daoxuan was a little embarrassed, "Hey, it's true."
"But little ancestor, why are you looking for this sofa? Does this sofa have any origin?"
Bai Yao didn't answer him and went straight to the sofa.
Bai Ling said guiltily: "The sofa belongs to sister Yao'er..."
"What?!" Li Daoxuan said in surprise: "Then why should we throw away such a good sofa? What a pity."
"I threw it..." Bai Ling lowered his head regretfully.
Li Daoxuan was immediately embarrassed.
Ahem.
He just kept saying that the person who threw the sofa was a prodigal, but he knew that the prodigal was right next to him.