After Ling Ruifeng arranged things at the sanatorium, he went straight to the Ling residence.

It was just past four in the afternoon, and Ling Ruya was not at home.

The housekeeper, with a smile on his face, respectfully welcomed Ling Ruifeng to the living room, "Master, the young lady is still in the company at this time. I'll make you a pot of fragrant tea."

"Well," Ling Ruifeng looked around.

He hadn't been home for a while, and the decoration of the house was still the same as the last time he went home.

And the photo of him and Yaya was still placed in the most conspicuous position in the living room.

Ling Ruifeng looked at the photo of the bright smile for a few times, and then sent a message to the informant he had arranged before, asking him to come over.

The man came over quickly, trotting to Ling Ruifeng's side, and put on a posture of respectfully waiting for orders, "Master, do you have something to talk to me about?"

"Sit down and chat for a while."

Ling Ruifeng glanced around and saw that no one was paying attention to this place, so he asked softly: "Xiao Wu, how is the situation?"

"Everything is normal, the target goes to work and comes home normally every day."

Xiao Wu replied softly, his pupils unconsciously tightened slightly, and then he said nonchalantly: "Boss, I feel that there is no point in staring at Miss Ling. When can I be transferred out of here?"

"Observe for a while."

Ling Ruifeng signaled him not to worry, and stopped talking when he saw the housekeeper coming out with a teapot. The housekeeper glared at Xiao Wu, "Why did you come in to harass the master instead of guarding outside?"

"I thought he looked a little unfamiliar, so I asked him to come in and chat and ask about the situation at home."

Ling Ruifeng poured himself a cup of tea naturally, and asked the housekeeper casually through the mist of tea, "Where is Song Jian? Has he never come back?"

"No," the housekeeper shook his head, "Miss was still very sad when she mentioned Song Jian, and everyone thought he should have found a better man."

"Maybe, I always felt that his eyes were not right."

Ling Ruifeng did not ask more about this.

After drinking a few sips of tea, he suddenly said, "I'm going to walk around the garden, you, yes, you walk with me."

Ling Ruifeng asked Xiaowu to follow him, but he saw Xiaowu almost subconsciously looking at the housekeeper, and only chose to follow after getting the housekeeper's silent permission.

He frowned.

Xiaowu was the one he sent, and he was one of the owners of the Ling residence, but Xiaowu obeyed the housekeeper's orders?

Pretending not to notice the interaction between them, Ling Ruifeng lowered his head and rubbed his sleeves, then stood up, "When Yaya comes back, tell her to find me in the garden. I have something to talk to her about."

"Okay, I got it."

The housekeeper politely sent Ling Ruifeng out the door, and when he saw him going to the garden, he immediately called Ling Ruya, "Miss, the young master came back suddenly, and asked me if Song Jian had come back. Do you want to come back?"

"He is really busy."

Ling Ruya also had to attend a cocktail party in the evening, and was getting her hair done at the moment.

After hearing this, she had to put down her half-finished pose and hurried home. Song Jian had been dead for so long, and she was sure that Ling Ruifeng had also seen Song Jian's body. But now she was eager to go home and ask if Song Jian had returned?

What was going on? Was he still doubting her?

"Xiaowu, what do they arrange for you to do every day?"

Ling Ruifeng took Xiaowu for a leisurely walk in the back garden and chatted with him. Xiaowu followed him a little stiffly, "Just guarding the yard, sweeping and other things."

"Oh," Ling Ruifeng nodded, and suddenly looked directly at Xiaowu, "Have you asked other people about Song Jian?"

"I, I asked."

Xiaowu was panicked by the stern eyes that seemed to be able to look directly into people's hearts, and he stuttered when he spoke, "They said, they said Song Jian never came back, and I haven't seen Song Jian since I came here."

"If you haven't seen her, then you haven't seen her. Why are you stuttering?"

Ling Ruifeng's expression softened, as if he didn't doubt his panic at all, and didn't seem to notice the eyes peeping from the dark. Instead, he reached out to straighten Xiao Wu's collar and smiled, "Just keep an eye on Ya Ya here, and let me know if anything happens."

"Okay, okay."

Xiao Wu had sweat on his forehead, but

he didn't dare to raise his hand to wipe it. It wasn't until Ling Ruifeng walked forward slowly again that he dared to secretly breathe a sigh of relief, raised his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead, and then quickly chased after him.

Fortunately, fortunately, Brother Ling didn't notice his abnormality, which would have scared him to death.

"Why don't we kill him?"

Behind the flower tree, the housekeeper was followed by several men in black, staring gloomily at the two people strolling in the garden, "Xiao Wu is always a nuisance, who knows if he will sell us out to that traitor one day."

"Don't act on your own."

The housekeeper's face was cold, "The young lady will be back soon, listen to her orders."

As early as the moment Xiao Wu stepped into the Ling residence, the young lady already knew where he came from, but in order to stabilize Ling Ruifeng, she did not touch Xiao Wu, just told him to be obedient.

But now it seems that Xiao Wu is not obedient, and dared to be so close to Ling Ruifeng?

Who knows if he is revealing the young lady's secret.

Thinking this in his heart, the housekeeper immediately came out from behind the tree with a fruit plate, smiling, "Master, I brought you some fresh fruit, and I also called the young lady. She heard that you were here and rushed back from the company."