"When it's done, no one should notice."

"This time it was a good job, and I believe it shouldn't trouble you again in the future."

"I hope so."

……

Song Ja'an just wanted to stick to the door and try to hear clearly, but the door suddenly opened, almost startling her.

The person who came out glanced at her lightly, but Song Ci'an obviously felt a trace of panic flash in his eyes in an instant.

Song Ci'an didn't pay much attention to it, watching him drift away, but He Zhilin, who was sitting in the study, spoke first: "Ci'an, you came to me for something?" ”

Song Ci'an pointed with his finger: "My mother has something to say to you, let you go over." ”

"Okay, I'll go over now, you just come back and have a good rest, and we'll have dinner together in the evening."

He Zhilin passed by Ci'an's side and gently patted her on the shoulder.

After he walked away, Song Ja'an walked into his study and looked around curiously.

Suddenly, my eyes fell on a picture frame at the top of the shelf, which contained a photograph.

She was curious to take it down and check it out.

The woman in the photo has five or six similarities with her mother, especially the eyes, which are very similar.

She couldn't help but wonder if it was the person whose mother was like the photo, or the person who was in the photo who was like her mother.

If it is the former, it means that Uncle He is just using his mother as a substitute.

If it is the latter, the nature is completely different, Song Ci'an thinks about it, and the photo in front of him reveals a trace of weirdness.

But in the current situation, she can no longer continue to investigate the cause of her father's death, and her mother's death is a blessing and a warning.

Put this matter aside for the time being, and after a while she will start investigating from other aspects.

Yan Jin secretly investigated the envelope after Liu Chengshuang's death, but found nothing.

It was as if the letter had disappeared with Liu Chengshuang's death.

Before the matter came to an end, the intimate photos of him and Song Ja'an suddenly exploded in the circle.

"You guys are too careless, you have all been taken so many photos by reporters, my phone is about to burst."

Lin Shen ran to Yan Jin to settle the account with a huff.

"You can deal with it as you want, aren't you very familiar with it?"

Yan Jin's demeanor was calm, which made him more and more crazy.

I had no choice but to contact the reporter who exposed the photos to talk about the price.

"This time it's not that simple, people don't want money, they just want to expose some materials and increase the heat."

Lin Shen rolled his eyes and looked at Yan Jin.

"Then we'll find a way to keep it down." Yan Jin was also brushing the comments below.

All of them were insulting Song Ja'an's remarks, thinking that the two didn't match at all, saying that Song Ja'an seduced people first.

Fans are also waiting for Yan Jin's team to explain.

"Song Ja'an probably doesn't know yet, maybe she won't do anything if she knows, after all, her team can also use this to hype up her popularity."

Lin Shen responded as he typed.

According to his previous temperament, if his remarks were not very excessive, Yan Jin would probably not pay attention to them.

But now, he actually cares about how Song Ja'an will react when he sees these theories.

"Do you feel sorry for her, who said before that if you are attacked by your fans, it's none of your business."

Lin Shen noticed the change in Yan Jin's expression and made a joke.

Yan Jin didn't respond positively, but just asked the agent to deal with it quickly, and a message came from the mobile phone that Song Ja'an had returned to He's house.

Alone, staring at his phone with thoughts, he didn't say a word.

……

Song Ja'an got his mobile phone, flipped through the records, and found that Yan Jin had made a lot of calls during his captivity.