Under Song Ya's explanation, Xia Yi learned that the maid was very popular among the Song family.

After looking at the maid who was about forties and looked like an ordinary middle-aged woman, Xia Yi had a little doubt about Song Ya's words.

"Don't worry, no matter who you meet, as long as you say you are Zhima's family, they will treat you with preferential treatment."

Is it so magical?

Although she was curious, Xia Yi did not ask too much. It was not a polite thing to question her in front of others.

He asked Song's father for the door card to enter and exit the community, and Xia Yi left the villa and walked around the community.

Song Ya did not come out. Although she successfully threatened her father, she had no good ideas for other tribe members.

Stepping on the path of the community, Xia Yi thought:

First, go find a woman from the Song family, find out the situation of the Song family, and then decide where to start.

Although he had read the information in "Shan", that kind of information was relatively inaccurate than asking directly.

The reason why we use "relative" rather than "absolute" is because the principle of "the authorities are confused and the bystanders are clear", and there are only a few people who can recognize themselves, let alone the family they live in.

While thinking, Xia Yi was wandering on the road.

It's only eight o'clock in the morning, and there are no people in the community. Several young people who passed by whom they came back from outside did not notice Xia Yi because of their poor spirits.

It was not until Xia Yi was noticed when he walked to the side of the black villa.

"Hey, who are you?" A crisp female voice rang upstairs.

Looking up, Xia Yi saw the girl who stuck her head out of the window.

This girl looks familiar.

"Aren't you the one yesterday? Why did you come here?" The girl looked at Xia Yi in surprise.

It was the eye mask girl I met yesterday!

It’s you who decided! Xia Yi made a decision to use charm to the girl in his heart.

"Can you get down to speak?" At this distance, it is difficult to use [Character].

"Come in!"

At the invitation of the girl, Xia Yi entered the villa. He sat on the sofa, waiting for the girl.

The girl walked down quickly.

"Who are you?" she asked Xiang Xia Yi.

"I am Song Ya's friend." Xia Yi replied.

He was not afraid of revealing his flaws to let Grandma Song notice it, because he would read the file after asking.

"You are Song Ya's friend?" The girl's eyes immediately changed.

As the daughter of the heir to the Song family, Song Ya's name is still useful.

No more nonsense, and when facing the opposite sex, no relationship is as good as [charming].

He said to the girl, "Look into my eyes."

"What are you looking at?" The girl's eyes became blurred as soon as she saw Xia Yi's eyes.

She pounced on Xia Yi and reached out to remove Xia Yi's clothes.

Holding down the girl, Xia Yi began to ask about the important matters.

In a charming state, the girl spoke everything. Based on the information she saw before, Xia Yi successfully summarized the basic situation of the Song family.

At present, the highest leader of the Song family is Grandma Song, but actually the one who manages it is Song Ya's father.

The so-called management means collecting opinions from the tribe and seeing what infrastructure is needed or what activities are held.

The entire Song family implemented a policy of stocking free, and there were many tribesmen at home who were not doing their jobs.

After finishing the question about the Song family, Xia Yi asked about Song Ya again.

The girl replied: "Song Ya came here only a year ago, and I don't know about her."

"I came here a year ago? Where was she before?" Xia Yi was a little surprised.

"She had been living in the mountains with the head of her family before."

What the head of the family said was Grandma Song.

"What kind of person is Song Ya in your understanding?"

Although the other party has only known Song Ya for a year, and maybe the time he has been in contact with Song Ya is shorter than himself, it is different to look at the same thing from different angles.

Xia Yi looked at Song Ya from the perspective of her boyfriend and investigator.

When the girl looked at Song Ya, she had no special feelings.

"A arrogant guy."

It seems that Song Ya’s image in the eyes of the clan members is not very good.

“Talk about it in detail.”

"No matter what activities, she will drink, go to comics and go to her and tell her not to go, and she will not give anyone a good look."

That is to say, Song Ya is very cold to her clan members?

Xia Yi remembered what Song Ya said before, disgusting Grandma Song and saying that her father was a waste.

After writing down this information, Xia Yi asked again:

"Who has more time to contact Song Ya, or who knows Song Ya better?"

"Honor."

"What about the head of the family and her father?"

"Her brother."

"Where does her brother live?"

“The house in front.”

Click to read the file and Xia Yi returned to the time before the charming girl.

Advancing along the road, he came to the villa before the Black Villa, which was the house he had seen before, the pained one.

When he arrived at the gate, Xia Yi rang the doorbell.

Five seconds later, the electronic screen at the gate lit up, and the face of a 16 or 17-year-old boy appeared on the screen.

"Who?" he asked.

"I am your sister's friend, I want to ask you something." Xia Yi once again brought up Song Ya's relationship.

Normally, when my sister’s friend sent an invitation to communicate, my younger brother would not refuse. But this time, Xia Yi encountered an exception.

"No!" The boy hung up the communication directly.

Is Song Ya so unpopular? Is her younger brother ignore her?

Xia Yi rang the doorbell again, but no one answered again.

In desperation, he could only click to read the file.

When she came to the villa again, Xia Yi rang the doorbell.

"Who are you?" The boy's face appeared on the screen.

“The water meter check.”

The screen went dark immediately, and this reason was not good.

After reading the file again, Xia Yi rang the doorbell.

"Who are you?"

“Express delivery.”

"Why don't you wear clothes?"

"I was hit by a truck on the road and my clothes were broken."

"Broken..., I haven't had a courier recently, a liar!"

Looking at the blackened screen, Xia Yi rubbed his forehead and tried reading the file again.

He also used the name of Song Ya's father, the name of Gothic girl in the villa, the name of delivery of food, and the name of selling, but none of them succeeded.

He tried to sneak in using [Shuttle in the Realm] again. Xia Yi controlled the boy. He just threatened him for a moment, and the boy used the power of the curse to commit suicide.

So strong.

It seems that the Ming side of the Song family is also very powerful, otherwise when he is in school, he should have been "slight" physical and mental violence from his teacher, and his self-esteem has long been wiped out.

Read the file again and Xia Yi made his last attempt. If this failure is made, he will be ready to choose another opportunity.

"Who are you?" the boy asked as usual.

"I am a relative of Zhi's mother."

Click—

The door of the villa in front of Xia Yi was opened.

“…”
Chapter completed!