From Han Mo's perspective, Chen Shibo's face instantly became gloomy and fierce, as if he could pull out a knife and stab someone in the next second.

Looking again, it disappeared again, leaving only cautious shock, and gnashing teeth:

"That bastard Xu Mao! I shouldn't have let my sister marry him! I knew he was not a good person from the first day!"

"Uncle..."

After Chen Shibo finished cursing, he remembered that he was still in front of Didi, so he clenched his fists and stopped talking.

He looked towards the corner, as if trying to sort out his emotions.

Didi still felt a little uncomfortable when he heard his father being scolded.

But now he also feels that the image of his father in his mind has been subverted.

And as the truth is revealed, it is breaking through one's own cognitive bottom line layer by layer.

Under the gaze of the two, Didi put down the backpack he had been carrying, took out a laptop and placed it on the table.

[Oh my god, isn't it?]

【Isn't this what I thought it was? 】

Listening to Han Mo's inner voice, Didi said resignedly:

"The reason I called you here is because I really don't know how to deal with this thing..."

"I stole this from my dad's study. There's a hidden folder in there, locked. No matter how hard I try, I can't get it open."

[This is the last six digits of this card number]

This brat invited us to Xu Mao's whorehouse. I wonder if there's anything dirty on the sofa. I'm going to throw this dress away when I get home.

Didi suddenly jumped up from the sofa.

“What’s wrong with you, Diddy?