"Zhou Xinya, Sun Lifang's daughter. Didn't you meet her yesterday?" Liu Qing looked puzzled, half of her bread falling out of her mouth.

I don't understand why my usually composed sister suddenly lost her elegance.

He propped himself up and tried to sit up.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing?" Seeing her sister get into a wheelchair with the help of a caregiver, Liu Qing quickly followed after her.

The caregiver was a cold-faced, taciturn woman with a buzz cut.

He had broad shoulders, and his exposed arms were all bulging muscles.

Without saying a word, he pushed the wheelchair forward.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" Liu Qing tugged at the caregiver's sleeve. "My sister didn't say a word, and you already know?"

Two people can communicate with just their eyes.

With this female nurse by her side, no one can do anything to Liu Kou.

"Wait a minute." Liu Kou looked up at the female nurse. "Take Ziduo with you."

After saying that, he told the caregiver to go find Jinziduo.

Unexpectedly, the female nurse shook her head, "Teacher Liu, you can't."

"As your dedicated caregiver, I cannot leave your side for even a moment."

While ostensibly caregivers, they are in reality also regulators.

Liu Kou has a special status, even though she is currently recuperating at home.

Due to the need for confidentiality of the materials, the female caregiver also had to keep an eye on her.

"Liu Qing, go," Liu Kou ordered. "Quickly find Zi Duo; I need to speak with her."

"Yes, sister, don't worry."

Liu Qing turned around and waved to the guards, instructing them to search room by room.

Meanwhile, in the backyard, Mr. Jin looked at the rope hanging down and the obviously collapsed patch of lawn, and a sense of worry crept over him.

Who would have thought?

That kid Jin Ziduo pretended his leg hurt in front of me.

Turning around, he slid away from the third-floor balcony using a rope.

But that's impossible, isn't it?

Mr. Jin checked the length of the rope—

The hemp rope in the study was used when we bought the piano; the movers used ropes to hoist the piano in from the balcony.

However, the ropes used for the piano were placed on the second floor.

It's impossible that the rope flew up by itself, right?

In addition, he also had to evade the house guards and sneak out safely and silently.

How did that brat manage to escape?

Of course, there's no point in studying this now.

However, without connecting the clues, Mr. Jin could not figure out his son's escape route.

Every clue is scattered, including the phone call from my father-in-law this morning—

His father-in-law asked him, "Ziduo said you were having an affair and even beat him up, is that true?"

Upon hearing this, Mr. Jin was overjoyed.

So, the brat ran off to his grandparents' house?

No wonder, I knew it, where could a kid go?

Just as Mr. Jin breathed a sigh of relief, his father-in-law spoke up, "Where's Ziduo? Have him come and answer the phone!"

What?

How is Mr. Jin supposed to respond to this?

The brat only made a phone call; he didn't go to his grandfather's house.

Make things worse so that you can't back down.

When Jin's father couldn't hand over the person, his father-in-law said, "Well, it seems you really did beat up my grandson and were keeping a mistress outside."

"No, no," Mr. Jin denied vehemently, but it was too late.

My father-in-law's voice rose several octaves—

"I'm coming right now, you just wait!"

After hanging up the phone, Mr. Jin finally understood his son's intention—

Jin Ziduo is using this as a pretext to attack, and then he uses a combination of truth and falsehood.

On the surface, he was calling his grandfather to complain, but in reality, he was just setting the stage for something else.

It's true that he beats his own children, but it's a lie that he keeps a mistress.

But Jinzi mixed these two together—

What was fake became real.

"Damn it! Find it for me now!" Mr. Jin was so angry that his nose was crooked.

He never expected that he would be outsmarted by a six-year-old child.

Oh no, it's three.

First, he pulled off a clever escape, then he made a phone call to "throw a brick to attract jade," and finally, he summoned his grandfather to carry out his "borrowed knife to kill".

He has taken Sun Tzu's Art of War and the Thirty-Six Stratagems and made them incredibly creative.

No wonder when he went to the study to look for his son last night, he saw Jinzi lying on the small bed, looking peaceful and asleep.

This morning, when I went over, I lifted the blanket and found a pile of books and pillows inside.

Mr. Jin was both angry and amused. "How could I have given birth to such a son?"

I don't know who I inherited my intelligence from.

When he said this, Mr. Jin was still a little proud.

The three traps his son set up today, and the escape route that can't be analyzed yet.

Which child could do that?

It seemed that Mr. Jin had regained his composure and turned to order someone to check the surveillance footage.

When all the clues are mixed together and you can't find a way out.

That can only mean one thing—

Someone is lying.

Sure enough, Kim's father found the bodyguard who helped Kim escape in the surveillance footage.

While returning to the security room during the shift change, the guard pretended to yawn, wiped away tears, and covered his mouth.

This allowed more gold to slip away.

There's no point in holding anyone accountable now.

The person has already run away.

Watching the small body running so fast on the closed-circuit television.

Mr. Jin felt like he had been played by a child.

He was holding back when he hit, aiming for the fleshy parts, so it probably didn't hurt much.

But his son was hugging his legs, looking extremely pained, which made him lower his guard.

But what do we do now?

He ran away; how was he going to explain this to Liu Kou and his father-in-law?

The reason I didn't let my son sue me was because I wanted to keep things under control.

But wait, when my father-in-law arrives—

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