After a pause, he seemed to feel that he was going a little too far.
But for the sake of the children, this is not a time to be embarrassed.
Song Rushuang was quite touched.
As the saying goes, parents plan for their children in the long run. This is probably the reason.
After reaching a general agreement with Song Rushuang, Butler Jiang contacted Wang De first.
Song Rushuang was standing next to him when he was making the call.
It has to be said that Wang De was very vigilant and he did not immediately agree to Butler Jiang's invitation.
"Jiang Hao, the Patriarch's order to me is to guard Ming'an Pavilion 24 hours a day."
Butler Jiang glanced at Song Rushuang beside him.
His confidence gradually increased, and he spoke again:
"Brother Wang, this is exactly what the Patriarch ordered me to do. Without your help, I'm afraid it will be difficult to move forward."
"This is something you should be responsible for."
Even through the phone, Song Rushuang could sense how cold Wang De's expression was when he said this.
Song Rushuang gritted her teeth. She had cried so hard in front of Qin Ao before, but now it seemed that she was just pretending.
I have to say, this acting skill is really amazing, even she was fooled.
Butler Jiang's face also looked a little bad.
"After all, we've been friends for many years. Don't you want to help me with even this little favor?"
Wang De was silent for a while, and finally he said:
"Location."
Only then did Butler Jiang breathe a sigh of relief.
Wang De's reaction basically determined his attitude on this matter.
He won't let it go.
In this way, everyone, whether it is Butler Jiang or Song Rushuang, can breathe a sigh of relief.
This is a good thing.
At Song Rushuang's instruction, Butler Jiang and Wang De made an appointment to meet in the evening.
Song Rushuang planned to let the little glutinous rice dumpling take her to find Qin Ao at the same time in the evening.
At first glance, this move definitely doesn't seem like a good plan.
Because Song Rushuang was basically unprepared.
In this situation, any decision Song Rushuang makes reveals a sense of madness and disregard for life and death.
Night falls quickly.
Butler Jiang once again confirmed the fact that Wang De would come to the appointment, and Song Rushuang set off with the little glutinous rice dumpling.
Song Rushuang was a little worried. Little Glutinous Rice Ball was only four years old. At such a young age, she really didn't know if he could successfully lead her to find Qin Ao.
Facts have proved that Song Rushuang's gamble was correct.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, the little glutinous rice dumpling stopped and looked at Song Rushuang with a determined look in his eyes:
"Here, here we are."
Song Rushuang looked at the house in front of her in some surprise, not knowing what to say for a moment.
Song Rushuang had passed by this house surrounded by flowers countless times in the past few days.
So, in such a bustling place with so many people coming and going, the thatched cottage surrounded by flower fields is actually the Ming'an Pavilion mentioned by Qin Lie and others?
If Song Rushuang hadn't seen it with her own eyes, the little glutinous rice dumpling would not have led the way personally.
Even if Song Rushuang racked her brains and turned the Qin family upside down, she probably couldn't imagine that Ming'an Pavilion was actually in such a place.
She has now been taught a lesson by Qin Lie.
This is the first time I have understood so clearly that the most dangerous place is also the safest place.
After a burst of emotion in her heart, Song Rushuang calmed herself down.
The little glutinous rice dumpling grabbed Song Rushuang's hand.
She heard her own voice slowly rising, and it seemed to carry with it a sense of fatigue as if she had experienced a lot.
"It's over, Xiaotuantuan. Once we find our brother, everything will be over."
The days of being on guard every day and living a hard life in the Qin family have finally come to an end.
Song Rushuang suddenly felt a surge of emotion.
Perhaps because she was so touched, Song Rushuang was less vigilant for a while.
She didn't feel anything was wrong.
Why is there no one around to defend himself?
Song Rushuang did not fail to notice this strange phenomenon, but victory was clearly right in front of her, and it was really too much to ask Song Rushuang to remain calm at this time.
With a slight creaking sound, Song Rushuang pushed open the wooden door at the fence.
This place is like a paradise far away from the world.
However, it seems that no one has lived here for a long time.
There was no dust on the stone table in the yard, and it looked like it had been cleaned.
However, there was still a lot of dust on the wood piled up nearby.
This shows that there are indeed people living here, but they probably haven't lived there for long.
From this point of view, he can indeed match Qin Ao in every detail.
Otherwise, Song Rushuang didn't believe that anyone in the Qin family would suddenly go crazy and voluntarily live in this place.
Song Rushuang suddenly felt like cursing.
It is a pity that Qin Lie is a complete failure as the head of the family or as a father.
From beginning to end, he did not feel any sympathy for Qin Ao.
Even before you kill him, you should be nice to him, right?
Unfortunately, no.
It would be good if Qin Ao was here, but if he really was here, I don’t know how much suffering he would have endured.
Just thinking about this, Song Rushuang, an ordinary friend, felt a little unable to accept it.
Of course, although I don't want him to be locked up here, it's better for him to stay here.
Otherwise, she really didn't know how much time she would have to spend here.
When Song Rushuang stepped onto the stone steps, her eyes suddenly fixed.
She squatted down and found the bloodstains that had long dried on the stone steps.
As she walked up the stone steps step by step, the bloodstains became thicker and thicker.
Song Rushuang's heart sank to the bottom step by step.
She didn't seem to need to rack her brains to guess that most of the bloodstains came from Qin Ao.
So...
Song Rushuang swallowed hard. They even lynched him?!
Pressed to verify the truth, Song Rushuang no longer had any cautious thoughts. She took two steps at a time and ran to the door, pushing it open.
An indescribable smell of blood suddenly hit me in the face.
Song Rushuang didn't even bother to cover her nose and rushed in.
What she saw made her stunned.
Qin Ao had not a single piece of good flesh on his body, and he was like a puddle of mud, lying limply on the bed against the wall.
An iron chain as thick as an arm extended from under the half-open quilt.
Song Rushuang didn't know how she got there.
But she still suddenly lifted the torn quilt covering Qin Ao, and then laughed out loud as if relieved.
fine!
Qin Ao’s legs…are still there.
Song Rushuang caused such a big commotion, and there was also a little glutinous rice dumpling who tipped off Qin Ao, so Qin Ao was not too surprised.
He opened his eyes with some difficulty and murmured:
"Xiao Qi, cough cough, don't cry."
Song Rushuang felt her face was wet. She reached out to touch it and realized that she was actually crying.
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