Huang Wanzhen stared with dead fish eyes, motionless and silent, just waiting for Chen Hanfeng to bring her food.

"No, I'm not sure. Ask your classmate's brother to find out how much it will cost so I can prepare in advance."

Huang Wanzhen took a deep breath and said calmly, "Mom, we are renting our current residence. If you have money, you can buy a house so that Zhenzhen can have a permanent residence in the future."

Mrs. Huang glared. "With this little money, how can I buy a decent house in Dongcheng, where every inch of land is worth a lot of money? What a joke!"

"I'm not kidding. If we can't buy a big one, we can buy a small one first. We both get paid every month. Once we save enough, we can move on to a bigger one. It won't be too late." Huang Wanzhen said the plan, but she stood up honestly. "Mom, Uncle Nine is here to bring me food. I'm going to eat first. We can talk about other things later."

Huang Wanzhen was busy, but she did not forget to go to Xu's house to be a tutor in the afternoon. When she came back, Song Wenyin was already helping out in the shop. After thinking about it for a while, Huang Wanzhen told her about Dong Yuzhuo and Dong Ruixin.

"No wonder you weren't here this afternoon. We have a new teacher here today. I heard he's a British aristocrat with blue eyes. We privately nicknamed him 'Prince Melancholy'. He must be a man with a story to tell."

Huang Wanzhen was completely preoccupied with the Dong Yuzhuo case, so she had no time to discuss the 'Melancholy Prince' with the eldest daughter. However, she was begging someone and couldn't interrupt Song Wenyin directly. She nodded perfunctorily and hastily changed the subject. "Well, I was busy with my second uncle and cousin's affairs this afternoon. I went to the police station to find your third brother. He was there at the time, so he didn't want to reveal too much. He just told us to start as soon as possible."

After a pause, Huang Wanzhen spoke again, her voice filled with a soft plea, "Good Wenyin, go home and ask our third brother for me what exactly my second uncle and cousin have done wrong. Who should I contact if I want to find out?"

Huang Wanzhen hesitated and said uncertainly, "I don't know if hiring a lawyer will help."

"Alas! For a case like this involving the government, it's pointless to hire a lawyer. People without connections wouldn't dare take it, and even if someone with connections took it, they'd still have to pay the bills. If you hire a lawyer, he'd still take a cut. Why bother?"

"I'll go back and ask my third brother about your uncle's case and which level of lawyer would be best to help. Then we'll have someone to choose from and we won't have to waste money or take a detour."

Huang Wanzhen gave Song Wenyin a thumbs-up and praised her, "You really know more. Running around for a long time is not as good as listening to you."

Song Wenyin looked up like a proud swan and said, "This is what they say: listening to your words is worth ten years of reading."

Huang Wanzhen clapped her hands and said, "Yes, yes, our Miss Song speaks with elegance and grace."

Unexpectedly, this time she hit the horse's hoof. Song Wenyin looked at her with disdain, "You are flattering the horse too deliberately."

Huang Wanzhen covered her mouth and laughed, "Haha, anyway, you promised me, if you don't do it, you are breaking your promise."

"Okay! You've also learned bad things from Lanshan. Let me show you how I'm going to teach you a lesson." As he said that, he pounced on Huang Wanzhen and tickled her. Huang Wanzhen wasn't actually afraid of these little tricks, but in order to appease the young lady, she could only pretend to be defeated and begged for mercy, "Stop, I was wrong, please forgive me, young lady."

After a busy day, Huang Wanzhen took a bath with medicinal herbs and did a set of boxing. She felt much more refreshed. She went into the house, took out her textbook, and reviewed the lessons she had missed today.

It was almost eleven o'clock, and just as I was about to turn off the lights and go to bed, there was a knock on the door. "Who is it?"

"Wanzhen, it's me." Mrs. Huang's voice came clearly into Huang Wanzhen's ears through the door.

She stood up and opened the door, sighing slightly, "Mom, I know what you want to say. Don't worry, I will find a way. I asked Wen Yin to find out the news. I will tell you when I have it. It's getting late, you should go back to bed."

Huang Dongshi explained with a worried look on her face, "I don't want to put pressure on you. I was really anxious and couldn't sleep, so I wanted to talk to you."

Huang Wanzhen reached out and stroked her shoulder. "I know. Stop imagining things. You've been tired all day. Go back to sleep."

The next day, Huang Wanzhen got up early and went to school. When Song Wenyin arrived, she found a big apple on the desk. She picked it up without hesitation and took a bite. "Did you wash it for me?"

Huang Wanzhen suppressed the urge to roll her eyes, looked up and said with a smile, "This old servant has washed it for you, Miss, so don't worry about eating it."

The two were arguing when they heard a "chi" sound from behind. Huang Wanzhen turned around and saw that it was Tian Xiangyu, who was covering her mouth and laughing.

Seeing that the two noticed her movements, Tian Xiangyu lowered her hands from covering her mouths and said with a smile, "Are you two rehearsing a play? That's really funny."

"Crunch, crunch..." Song Wenyin munched on an apple as she walked over to sit next to Tian Xiangyu. "Hey! Is Director Tian from the Police Department a relative of yours?"

Tian Xiangyu propped up her cheek and looked at her, "Tian Zhongguo? He and my father have the same grandfather, so we're not that close."

Song Wenyin waved to Huang Wanzhen, and Huang Wanzhen followed her gesture and walked over. "Tian Xiangyu's cousin Tian Zhongguo is the director in charge of your uncle's case. She would be a good middleman."

Before Huang Wanzhen could say anything, Tian Xiangyu glared at her, "What do you mean by appropriate? Not at all. Don't ask me to do this. If I were a boy, it would be easy for me to be a middleman. But as a girl, wearing a dress, I'm going to introduce ways to make money to my uncle. Just imagine how embarrassing it would be."

"Crack—" Song Wenyin took a bite of the apple. "That's nothing. Listen to me, you're killing two birds with one stone."

Song Wenyin pointed a finger at Huang Wanzhen. "She's the top student in the class and the vice-class monitor. I'm grateful for your kindness. Why are you still worried about losing credits for being late or leaving early?"

"Besides, you can also earn some pocket money from this. Didn't you fancy a dress from Furongju last time but couldn't bear to buy it? Ask the deputy monitor to give it to you!"

This dirty deal didn't seem so bad after Song Wenyin mentioned it.

The key is Tian Xiangyu, who actually touched her chin and thought seriously, "I can ask my brother, but with one more person in the middle, the cost will definitely increase. Can the deputy squad leader accept it?"

Huang Wanzhen sighed, "You've asked me this right in front of me. I'm asking for help, so I should behave appropriately. But the problem is, my aunt doesn't want to pay."

Song Wenyin rolled her eyes. "Then why are you asking me to find out? You're wasting my feelings."

Huang Wanzhen quickly apologized with a smile, "It wasn't wasted. I received all your affection, not a single grain fell to the ground."

"On Sunday, let's get together at Linglong Pavilion. It's all mine."