An Jinhua had a cold face and pushed Mrs. An away.

"What are you crazy about?"

Mrs. An was pushed by this, and she was caught off guard and fell to the ground.

In a dilemma.

"An Jinhua, those little goblins of yours, you'd better keep an eye on me, if I find out who did my son's condition, I will definitely expose all her ugly things with you." Mrs. An's face also turned completely cold, although she fell to the ground, she endured the pain and let go of her cruel words.

Getting up on her own, Mrs. An clearly felt the pain in her ankle, but her arrogance as Mrs. An did not allow her to stop.

With her back to An Jinhua, Mrs. An returned to the car with an elegant posture.

But only An Xuanyi saw the wetness in her mother's eyes.

There was a thud, and the door slammed shut.

An Qiuyi wanted to comfort her mother and care for her mother, but she didn't know how to speak.

At this moment, Mrs. An started the engine of the car again, there was no trace of emotion in her cold eyes, and the luxury car worth tens of millions in front of her seemed to be just a stone in her eyes.

Stepping on the accelerator, the car rushed out quickly.

The two cars collided violently, but Mrs. An didn't stop for a moment, and left without turning a corner.

At the door of An's house, the luxury car was hit a little tragically.

The driver didn't dare to speak, so he could only cautiously look through the rearview mirror and look at An Jinhua in the back seat.

"Let's go back." The faint three words sounded without any emotion.

The driver didn't dare to stop, nodded, and drove the car into Anjia.

Back at home, An Jinhua couldn't help but ask the nanny about An Xuanyi's situation.

"I don't know, the young master just keeps standing up and sitting down, as if he is very uncomfortable." The nanny was a slightly older aunt.

There's nothing to be ashamed of when she says that.

An Jinhua nodded and walked upstairs.

Pulling his tie, An Jinhua only felt that after this day, his heart was stuffy enough.

The plan to use Mu Qing to bring Ankang Tang back to life failed.

However, An Jinhua does not plan to stop there.

He took off his coat, took out his mobile phone, and dialed Yue Qingfeng's number again.

"Mr. Ann?" Yue Qingfeng didn't expect An Jinhua to call again so soon.

An Jinhua went straight to the point: "Le Shao, you didn't seem to help me investigate the identity of that girl last time?" ”

Only now did An Jinhua remember that Yue Qingfeng had never mentioned Mu Qing's information to him from beginning to end.

The money was indeed returned to him in full.

But is this the result he wants?

He would rather pay for it, and he must get Mu Qing's information.

"Heh, Mr. An just realized?" Yue Qingfeng smiled softly.

An Jinhua rubbed his eyebrows: "Le Shao, I really have something very important." So please help me find out the girl's identity, okay? I can add the price. ”

Yue Qingfeng's low laughter came from the phone: "Did I not understand what I said enough, or did Mr. An not listen to me carefully at all?" ”

If there is still a little smile in this sentence, then the next sentence can be described as extremely gentle.

I only heard Le Qingfeng say: "She, don't want to move?" Got it? ”

This kind of extreme gentleness can indeed only be shown by Yue Qingfeng.

But if the people of the Shuramas heard this, they would surely be frightened by the six gods.

Yue Qingfeng is different from others.

He is a demon with a gentle mask.

The gentler, the deadlier.

The gentler, the more cruel!