Nalan Yanran was relieved to see that she was fine.

After Zhao Siqing hung up the phone, he remembered that he was so troubled by Huo Jingchen, and he almost forgot about it.

Immediately hurriedly sent a WeChat message to Nalan Yanran, asking her to help her check the address of Chu Yue's parents.

Soon, Nalan Yanran sent the address of Chu Yue's parents, and Zhao Siqing packed up her things and planned to go over.

Before pushing open the bedroom door, Huo Jingchen turned his head and looked at her.

Zhao Siqing didn't look at him, walked to the entrance and began to put on his shoes.

Huo Jingchen twisted his brows, got up and said, "Where are you going?" ”

Zhao Siqing glanced at him lightly and ignored him.

Huo Jingchen's eyes darkened a little, his lips pursed lightly, and he didn't make a sound.

After Zhao Siqing put on his shoes, he was about to open the door.

But a crack opened in the door, and a big hand reached over and pulled the door shut.

"Where are you going?" Huo Jingchen's voice slowed down a little.

Huo Jingchen blocked in front of her, obviously he didn't mean to let her go, he looked at her with black eyes, stubbornly insisting on getting an answer.

Zhao Siqing raised his eyes and looked at him coldly, "What does Mr. Huo want to do?" ”

Huo Jingchen opened his thin lips, and his eyes darkened a little.

In the end, he just said slowly: "I'll send you." ”

Zhao Siqing wanted to say something, but she could see that he was showing goodwill, and in the face of those lonely but paranoid eyes, she couldn't say those hurtful words after all, but said softly: "I'm going to see Chu Yue's parents." ”

Huo Jingchen's voice was hoarse, and there was still a little bloodshot under his eyes that had not dissipated: "I'll send you." ”

Zhao Siqing didn't dare to look at his eyes anymore, otherwise she would feel that she had done something bad and that she was a heinous villain.

She replied softly, "Okay." ”

Huo Jingchen was stunned for a few seconds, as if he didn't expect her to nod.

Immediately, he turned around to get the car keys, and when he folded it back, Zhao Siqing was raising his hand to open the door.

His gaze fell on her wrist, which was slightly blue from his own pinching, and he paused, his lips pursed slightly.

Until they got in the car, neither of them spoke again.

The car was even quieter to the point of being a little awkward.

Zhao Siqing kept looking out the window, and there was still a hot pain in her wrist.

In fact, she didn't feel Huo Jingchen's difference to her.

Excessive attention and inexplicable concern, but she still doesn't understand why?

What did he want from himself?

Zhao Siqing lowered his eyes slightly, thinking wildly.

But she thought that no matter what he wanted, she should not be able to give it.

*

When the two found Chu Yue's house, the person who opened the door was a woman about fifty years old, with gray hair and a somewhat sallow face.

It could be seen that Chu Yue's death had hit her hard, but even so, she still spoke softly: "You are Chu Yue's doctor, please come in." ”

Zhao Siqing nodded, and looked at Huo Jingchen after entering.

The house has more than 100 square meters, two bedrooms and one living room, in addition to the two old men, there is also Chu Yue's younger brother, a sixteen-year-old boy with dark pupils.

Zhao Siqing thought about it and didn't think about how to speak, after all, she could imagine how big a blow Chu Yue's death would be to these two old men who were over half a hundred years old.

It was Chu Yue's mother who took the lead in speaking: "You must have something to ask us when you come over, just say it, and we will tell you what we know." ”

Zhao Siqing paused, and said softly: "I came here this time, mainly to ask, did Chu Yue say anything unusual to you before his death?" Or did you do something unusual? ”