Ji Hanchen glanced at Ji Hanchen coldly, grabbed Lin Siyue's arm, and dragged her back to him.

Ji Han smiled and didn't care.

However, what is surprising is that another video from last night showed a person who should not have appeared.

Zhao Hui, the housekeeper in Ji Hanchen's yard.

The old man raised his eyebrows and asked, "What did he do in the ancestral hall last night?"

"You ordered it?"

The housekeeper hurriedly said: "It's not me, I asked the people on duty last night, and they said that Zhao Hui brought a plate of fresh fruit that was airlifted yesterday, saying that the Seventh Young Master ordered him to send it to the ancestral hall."

The old man's expression suddenly changed a little incredible, "You asked him to send it?"

Ji Hanchen is still the same expressionless dead look.

"What do you think?"

Old man, "...... Forget it, when I didn't say it. ”

The living have not yet received any filial piety from him, let alone the dead.

Ji Han glanced over meaningfully.

In the entire Ji family, only he dared to speak to the old man in this tone.

Lin Siyue secretly looked at Ji Hanhai, who was standing in the corner.

He's probably too quiet today, isn't he?

He and Ji Hanchen have always been incompatible, and it was really unexpected that he didn't fall into the well at this time.

Soon, Zhao Hui was brought over.

Zhao Hui greeted the old man first.

The old man asked him, "Did you go to the ancestral hall last night?"

Zhao Hui did not deny it, "Yes, I have been." ”

The old man asked in a majestic tone, "What are you doing?"

Zhao Hui lowered his head timidly, and secretly glanced at Ji Hanchen again, as if he was hesitating.

Everyone, including the old man, also looked at Ji Hanchen with his eyes.

However, the old man quickly withdrew his gaze.

If he looked at it more, he was afraid that he would be angry with Ji Hanchen.

"Don't say it yet!"

The old man's snort scared Zhao Hui into trembling.

"Master, the Seventh Young Master just told me to deliver fruit."

The old man snorted twice.

"Don't say I don't believe this, you ask him if he believes it?"

"If you don't want to tell the truth here, go to the dark room."

The old man's tone was very light, but Zhao Hui's face froze, and his face turned white in an instant.

"Old man......"

He seemed to have something to say but didn't dare to say.

The old man snorted and asked, "Could it be that someone instructed you to do something that you shouldn't do?"

"It's okay, you can just say it boldly, they don't dare to be presumptuous in front of me."

Zhao Hui knelt down with a plop, "Master, it was the Seventh Young Master who asked me to replace that piece of jade." ”

"After I got it back, I handed it over to the Seventh Young Master, and I don't know anything else."

Ji Hongyuan turned around and looked at Ji Hanchen sharply.

"Do you have anything to say?"

Mo said that he was just changing a piece of jade, no matter how rebellious it was, he believed that Ji Hanchen's temperament could do it.

But Ji Hanchen glanced at Zhao Hui lightly, and said lightly, "I'm not familiar with him." ”

Lin Siyue almost couldn't hold back her laughter.

That sentence alone may be enough.

The old man was stunned, and suddenly remembered something, and the expression in his eyes was a little complicated.

Whose master doesn't use his own henchmen to do bad things?

But Zhao Hui was only sent to look at the house after Ji Hanchen left the Ji family.

Over the years, no matter what happened, Ji Hanchen had never lived in Ji's house for a day.

If he didn't even know anyone in his yard, the old man believed it.

The old man said in a deep voice: "Drag him down, lock him in the dark room, until he tells the truth!"

Immediately, a bodyguard came up and stopped Zhao Hui.