Jiang Tingzhou didn't try to hide anything from Xu Wan and said, "Go ahead and speak."

"This shop was rented by Mrs. Sun, Zhou Fengyun, a few months ago. She paid a year's rent upfront. I asked around and people said the owner was a woman around forty years old, which is pretty much true."

Ning Hang recounted what he had found out.

"Zhou Fengyun?"

Jiang Tingzhou frowned upon hearing this name.

Zhou Fengyun is the mother of Sun Jiayi in the company, and also a good friend of her mother Ling Ya.

At 48 years old, it's normal for a wealthy woman to look several years younger because she takes such good care of her skin.

But Beicheng is so big, Xu Wan met a florist who happened to be a good friend of his mother.

Too many coincidences give it the air of conspiracy.

"Yes, I specifically checked that contract, and based on the ID information, it is indeed Mrs. Sun."

Ning Hang spoke with great certainty.

Jiang Tingzhou, remembering that Xu Wan would tutor her son, asked again, "How many children does the Sun family have in total?"

“There’s only Sun Jiayi,” Ning Hang replied.

Jiang Tingzhou felt that this matter was very strange. Xu Wan said that she had a good relationship with the store manager and was tutoring the store manager's young child. If the store manager was Zhou Fengyun, then who was this young child?

Despite the many suspicious points surrounding the florist's manager, Jiang Tingzhou showed no sign of it on his face. He said to Ning Hang in a calm tone, "I understand. Thank you for your hard work."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Tingzhou had his own thoughts.

-

Xu and Lingya made an appointment to teach Sensen on Saturday morning.

As before, Jiang Tingzhou dropped Xu Wan off at the flower shop manager's apartment building in the morning.

He got out of the car with Xu Wan and asked her, "Wanwan, which floor does the store manager live on?"

Xu Wan knew that Jiang Tingzhou was worried about her, so she looked up and pointed to the balcony on the right side of the sixth floor and said, "602. If you're worried, you can come a few minutes earlier and knock on the door. I'll let you meet with the store manager."

"It's okay, I'll wait for you downstairs."

Jiang Tingzhou didn't need to go upstairs to meet that person at all; he could find out who the homeowner was with just a little investigation.

"Okay." Xu Wan glanced at the time on her phone and waved hurriedly, "I'm going upstairs now, see you in two hours!"

After Xu went upstairs that evening, Jiang Tingzhou drove to the company and asked Ning Hang to check the owner of apartment 602.

Tianwei Group wasn't far from here. Jiang Tingzhou stayed at the company for over an hour before driving to pick up Xu Wan.

When his car was three blocks away from the residential area, Ning Hang called.

"Mr. Jiang, we've found the owner of apartment 602. It's a bit...unexpected."

Ning Hang always reported to Jiang Tingzhou calmly and directly, and almost never hesitated like this.

"Who would give you this attitude?"

Jiang Tingzhou noticed the difference in Ning Hang's tone and couldn't resist teasing him.

“Um… the head of the household is Mrs. Jiang.”

"who?"

"It is your mother, Ms. Lingya."

Ning Hang provided more accurate information.

Upon hearing this information, Jiang Tingzhou was momentarily distracted. When he refocused his attention on the front of the car, he saw an old man suddenly appear from some direction and fall down in front of his car.

Jiang Tingzhou slammed on the brakes.

"Ouch, someone's been bumped into!"

The old man lay down in front of Jiang Tingzhou's car and began shouting.

Jiang Tingzhou was distracted for a second while on the phone, but he clearly saw that the old man walked over and lay down on his own, without touching his car at all.

He's extremely upset right now.

If Zhou Fengyun rented the shop and transferred it to her mother, and her mother is the shop owner, and Xu Wan's current student is his younger brother, then everything makes sense.

but……

What was his mother's intention in doing this?

Jiang Tingzhou had to rush over to pick up Xu Wan immediately and find out what had happened.

When he opened the car door and got out, several people had already gathered around him.

"You hit someone! I saw it clearly just now. It was you who hit the old man."

“I saw it too, don’t try to deny it.”

Jiang Tingzhou could tell at a glance that these people and the old man underground were definitely in cahoots.

He looked at the group of people and asked, "How much do you want?"

The old man lay on the ground, raised one hand, and said in a weathered voice, "I need to go to the hospital for a checkup, it will cost at least... ten thousand yuan."

Jiang Tingzhou stared coldly at the old man and made his question clearer: "I'm asking how much a life costs. Name your price. I'm in a hurry; the car must get through here immediately."