Fan's father took Fan Xiaofan on a tour of the school, and Fan Xiaofan curiously looked around at the school of this era.
It's really different from her generation...
It seems like I've been here for quite a while now without even realizing it...
My fingers couldn't help but twitch slightly in the air, a gesture unique to controlling the Star Brain. Back then, it was an indispensable tool for everyone's learning, but now, it seems like something that's even a distant dream.
I couldn't help but chuckle softly.
When Fan Ziyan arrived, he was carrying his easel. When he saw Fan's father and Fan Xiaofan, his voice was icy cold: "You're the ones who sent my mother to jail?"
"No, it is your mother who pays the price for the wrong she has done."
Fan Xiaofan's eyes curved into a smile.
To be honest, it's quite hateful.
Father Fan shielded Fan Xiaofan behind him: "What do you mean by this? Is this all you wanted to say to us?"
Fan Ziyan turned around and said, "Perhaps. Come with me, let's find a place to have a good talk..."
Fan's father couldn't help but remind Fan Xiaofan from behind, "Why did you provoke him? Some people are just crazy..."
Fan Xiaofan shrugged and pulled his father, saying, "Let's follow them..."
Fan Ziyan finally led them to an abandoned classroom. When they reached the door, he paused and asked again, "You really can't let my mother go?"
Father Fan frowned; this kid didn't seem very likable.
Fan Xiaofan lowered her eyes and asked, "Can those who were killed back then come back to life?"
Fan Ziyan reached out and pushed open the door, his voice lowered slightly: "Then let's go in..."
He gestured for them to enter, and Fan's father and Fan Xiaofan stepped into the classroom. He was the last to enter and then closed the door.
Upon entering the classroom, Fan's father and Fan Xiaofan encountered an unexpected person: a woman with her face covered, playing with a wooden gun, who looked at them and chuckled, "You've come."
Fan Ziyan stepped back against the door, unwilling to look at the two of them: "I'm sorry, I can't let you hurt my mother. I've already given you a chance."
Father Fan frowned. Damn it, if she didn't have that thing in her hand, there would be nothing to be afraid of. Now, it's even harder for her to move...
Fan Xiaofan, however, revealed a knowing expression. She knew things couldn't be that simple...
Qing Lengyue brandished the gun in her hand and said to Fan Ziyan, "My dear son, thank you. This has nothing to do with you anymore. Let's leave here..."
Fan Ziyan gave Qing Lengyue a deep look: "Mom, as long as they don't pursue the matter any further, let them go..."
Qing Lengyue scoffed lightly: "Alright, stop with your useless kindness. I don't have a choice."
Fan Ziyan let out a breath and turned to leave the house.
Fan's father shielded Fan Xiaofan behind him, saying, "Ms. Qing Lengyue, I've always wanted to meet you. Why did you kill Zhou Xiaoyu back then, and why..."
He closed his eyes briefly in anguish, crying out, "Why did you have to make my whole life a joke..."
Qing Lengyue seemed to have heard something amusing: "It's just a tool. Does joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness matter? It's just that it's just a tool. Are you satisfied with this answer?"
Fan Xiaofan's voice rang out: "Zhou Xuehua must have something on you, otherwise you wouldn't have been so unwilling to let her go. What is that? And you had Fan Ziyan lure us here to kill us. Is the secret on us?"
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