Xing Haodong was suddenly stunned.
It turned out that this was what Jiang Mingxin looked like when she really smiled, brighter and more dazzling than the sun above her head.
"But Zhou Kui will definitely find ways to stop us. Once we go to Yan Laoer's house to investigate and collect evidence, they will definitely make preparations in advance and move the unearthed cultural relics."
Xing Haodong's worries were not unreasonable, but Jiang Mingxin did not intend to do so openly.
"Of course, we can't do it by the rules, but what if the armed police officers accidentally discovered the fugitive while searching for him? Brother Dong, extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures. To deal with a villain, you must take them by surprise and attack them when they are off guard in order to be effective."
Jiang Mingxin's voice seemed to be bewitching. The deliberately drawn-out ending, the rising tone, and the cunning look in her eyes all made Xing Haodong's heart beat faster suddenly.
Jiang Bin clapped his hands suddenly. "Good idea! Boss, I think this method is feasible. Yan Laoer's home is near Hougou Village in Mangshan. Wasn't the nearest unit separated from our Fourth Military Region just last year?"
Xing Haodong glanced at him and warned him not to get too excited.
"Let's find a quiet place to talk in detail. Standing here is too conspicuous."
After saying that, he raised his chin and motioned Jiang Mingxin to look to the left.
Jiang Dacheng's family and Jiang Xiaozhen were all looking towards them curiously, but they didn't dare to come forward due to Xing Haodong's awe-inspiring aura.
"And you still say she's not having affairs?" Jiang Xiaozhen rolled her eyes and spat on the ground. "She looks so much like her fickle mother, who knows how many men she's been with."
Liu Yun frowned and gently pulled her sleeve: "Xiaozhen, be careful with your words."
"Oh, sister-in-law, do you think Jiang Fu is still three years old? He is already fifteen, and he should know about that kind of thing, right, brother?" Jiang Xiaozhen didn't agree at all.
Jiang Dacheng responded impatiently, his eyes fixed on the Tissot watch on Xing Haodong's wrist, muttering softly, "She's so beautiful, wouldn't it be a shame if she didn't marry a rich man? The betrothal gift must be at least four thousand..."
Seeing him staring at her with ill intentions, Jiang Mingxin simply walked to the right side of Xing Haodong, so that he wouldn't be bothered.
"Don't worry about them. There are too many people here. How about... let's go to my house?"
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