"Money laundering."

Lu Zexi felt gloomy, as the families were all connected by blood.

Uncle Shen was going to be promoted this year, but the second wife's Shen Lingxi money scandal happened.

Fortunately, both Bo Lin and he heard Hua Jian's thoughts and told Shen Mo in advance to let him be on guard.

This made Uncle Shen take precautions in advance.

But they all have the surname Chen, so it is impossible to completely deny the connection.

The Shen family was ultimately affected.

Lu Zexi said in a deep voice: “I have to thank Hua Jian for Shen Ling’s matter.”

Shen Mo was stunned: "Hua Jian? I thought it was Bo Lin and you who found it."

Lu Zexi shook his head. "It was thanks to Hua Jian that Zhang Yiming didn't help Janard hold his art exhibition."

Restroom on the second floor.

Hua Jian lit a cigarette and stared at the washbasin in a daze.

That time when Bo Lin was drunk and he supported Bo Lin, it seemed like it happened in his previous life.

Speaking of Bo Lin, ever since he received Liu Qingqing's call, he has been depressed and has not given Bo Lin any news.

And Bo Lin didn't seem to contact him either.

Hua Jian's heart skipped a beat.

He immediately took out his cell phone and called Bo Lin.

Bo Lin answered quickly: "Hello? Hua Jian?"

Hua Jian's heart, which had been hanging high, suddenly fell to the ground. His voice was low and there was an imperceptible fragility in it.

"Bo Lin, I miss you. When will you return to the imperial capital?"

Bo Lin was a little surprised: "What happened? I have to stay in the mountains for a week."

They were together yesterday, but Hua Jian's tone sounded like they hadn't seen each other for a long time.

Hua Jian looked gloomy. He asked in a low voice, "Bo Lin, if I did something wrong to you under no circumstances, would you forgive me?"