Fang Yingzi simply stopped and folded her arms.

"Anything else?"

"I think we should stay a little longer before going back. Maybe Grandpa has a visitor."

It's like taking off your pants and farting.

It would be a big deal if the Fang family had no guests during the holidays.

However, the guests Fang Cao received all had different backgrounds, and Fang Yichuang was so confident in what he said, so they must be acquaintances.

Fang Yingzi said calmly, "Mom told me to go back early."

"Mom and Dad aren't home at all. Grandpa sent them away this morning." Fang Yichuan curled his lips. "They're so annoying."

He knew deep down that he was not the Fang family's biological child.

But so what?

As long as grandpa is nice to him, that's enough.

His parents are pretty nice to him.

It’s better than not having enough food to eat and warm clothes to wear before.

Therefore, Fang Yichuang did whatever Fang Cao said without hesitation.

The guest who wanted to send Fang Zifei away.

"No wonder you dare to wander around in the yard. You're smart for once." Fang Yingzi said confidently.

"That's right. Every time Grandpa Peng comes, he has to sit for a long time. He has no time to take care of me."

Just a purposeful compliment and Fang Yichuang threw away all his weapons and revealed everything he had.

Qin Jing'an, who was hiding in the corner, frowned.

Although it's not right to eavesdrop, it just doesn't feel right.

Everyone in the compound is either rich or noble.

Peng——Qin Jing'an couldn't think of anyone else except that family.

Seeing that Fang Yichuang had told everything honestly, Fang Yingzi had no intention of continuing and turned away.

Fang Yichuang still followed forward with concern.

She glanced at the figure in the corner.

This can't be considered as her snitching.

In fact, Fang Yingzi had already seen Qin Jingan from a distance.

She once wanted to please Qin Zhiheng, so she paid special attention to his children.

It’s a pity that the two kids only care about their own things. Fang Yingzi’s face is unforgettable once they see it, but neither of the two siblings can remember her name.

It would be fine if the message could get through.

Peng Zhendong hasn't been to the Fang family for a long time, and he came again today. There must be something big going on.

…

Qin Jing'an lived up to Fang Yingzi's expectations and told Qin Zhiheng the news as soon as he got home.

Without waiting for his father to speak, he raised his hands above his head.

"I know I shouldn't have listened to people. I didn't mean to."

"They were talking about a secret, and I suddenly jumped in. How embarrassing! I was thinking about talking first, but ended up hearing something even more embarrassing."

"That's what they said themselves."

It's almost like he was forced to hear the information.

Qin Zhiheng waved his hand and let this conspicuous bag go away to cool down.

Yu You was struggling with the ball of yarn on the sofa.

She has wanted to learn how to knit for a long time.

Especially when sitting and chatting with Yu Rou, Qin Zhichu and others.

She only knew how to crack melon seeds, while they all had a pair of woolen yarn.

After a day's work, Yu Rou and others had either knitted half a sleeve or half a trouser leg.

Only Yu Rou gained new weight.

It's so unfair.

Yu You took this opportunity to raise his head and saw Qin Zhiheng pull out an envelope from the side table.

She poked her head out curiously:

"What?"

"Letter of complaint."

"Report letter?! Who is it for?" Yu You immediately perked up, "It's for you. I didn't remember it wrong!"

The envelope looked quite old, but Qin Zhiheng had preserved it very well.

But no matter what, he is affiliated with the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

Reporting to him is like asking the art teacher about Chinese language problems, isn't that the same as asking the art teacher about Chinese language problems?

"What's in your heart?"

"Reporting Peng Zhendong for abusing his power for personal gain and having interests in many businesses he has established outside the country."

Qin Zhiheng opened the letter and handed it to Yu You.

It's quite exquisite. The words are not written by the author himself. They are all letters made up of words torn from newspapers or magazines.

She asked, "Should this be handed over to the Organization Department or the Ministry of Commerce?"

"If it happened in Hong Kong, we would have to contact the Independent Commission Against Corruption."

Qin Zhiheng said nothing and pointed to the signature time.

Four years ago.

Then he took out another letter, still the same routine, but the torn words were replaced with printed ones.

It seems that the person who sent the letter is in better condition.

It's a letter that arrived recently.

The first sentence of the article mentions Zheng Minglang.

The more Yu You read, the colder he felt, until he finally threw the letter away.

"Is it true?" She looked at Qin Zhiheng.

He neither confirmed nor denied.

It's not because of insufficient evidence or anything else, but because there is only a letter of complaint that was sent to the wrong department, making it extremely difficult to find out the truth.

The only thing that is certain is that both letters were written by the same person.

Moreover, this person has matured a lot, and his language and writing techniques are quite sophisticated.

Coupled with the news that An An brought back today, Qin Zhiheng had to take it seriously.

"What are you going to do?"

Yu You put the paper on the table, with a hint of anger in his eyes.

The letter clearly stated that Zheng Minglang's disappearance was not an accident, but man-made.

After Zheng Minglang rushed to the flood-fighting front line, the team he led underwent several personnel transfers, and people continued to come in and out until just before the flood.

Among them are many second-generation officials.

They just want to gild themselves, not die.

Originally, the superiors asked Zheng Minglang to lead this team as a disguised way of protecting him.

But Zheng Minglang couldn't bear to see the people suffer. His subordinates, a group of young men, were all shrinking back. He was so angry that he simply ordered them to rush to the front line.

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