Liu Zhan stood in front of the only window and looked at Li Mansion not far away.
He held a letter in his hand, which contained all the information about the Li family that he had obtained during his investigations in recent years.
White clouds scattered in the sky, and the sun shone into the small attic from the only window.
Liu Zhan was thinking about whether to tell Qiao Qixin all the news.
Lowering his eyes, all his thoughts seemed to go back to the night after he escaped from the Li Mansion.
He repeatedly thought about Qiao Qixin's words and pondered Qiao Qixin's thoughts.
The final result of thinking is that Qiao Qixin is willing to help him, but she needs information.
Liu Zhan knew that this was common sense, just like a soldier going to the battlefield needs to be equipped with weapons.
What kept him worried and refused to hand over the information was because Liu Zhan didn't understand Qiao Qixin.
Every time I want to truly cooperate with her, a voice always comes out from the bottom of my heart.
"Is she really trustworthy?"
Liu Zhan's worries are not unreasonable.
The collusion and negotiation between everyone is so complicated. What if the Li family notices it first, secretly makes Qiao Qixin rebel, and then kills them all in one go?
He even troubled his master, the Minister of Dali Temple, over this matter.
The master told him that if he still has a grudge, give up.
If you are secretive and refuse to reveal it, it is destined that this cooperation will not end well.
Liu Zhan understands this truth.
So he wrote down all the information overnight, condensing it to the point where it could fit on a small piece of paper.
He sent a message to the hidden guards early in the morning, hoping that the hidden guards would deliver this letter to Qiao Qixin.
However, when it was time to meet, he hesitated again.
The voice whispered in his ear like an unknown evil spirit.
"Is she really trustworthy?"
"Is it trustworthy?"
The paper gradually became wrinkled in Liu Zhan's hands.
"Mr. Young Master?" the hidden guard behind him spoke cautiously.
Mr. Liu called him over early in the morning, saying that he wanted to deliver a letter to Miss Qiao, but just as he was about to take the letter, Mr. Liu took it back.
Then he stood at the window for a long time.
Genius Kankan was bright when the hidden guards came, but now he has taken advantage of the situation.
"What?" Liu Zhan's voice was hoarse.
"Humble, humble position, I think it's okay for the young master to trust Miss Qiao..."
Liu Zhan slowly turned around and stared at the hidden guard kneeling on the ground with cold eyes, "What did you say?"
"I think the young master can trust Miss Qiao more," Yinwei boldly repeated.
"Why?" Liu Zhan's tone was still cold.
This shadow guard has been following me for eight years, so I can listen to his words to some extent.
"I feel that Miss Qiao is a kind-hearted person." Yinwei muttered.
Liu Zhan sat on a chair, holding his head with one hand, and there was something in Gujing Wubo's eyes.
After a long time, he flattened the paper in his hand and pressed it with a paperweight.
"How are Zhang Li's family?" Liu Zhan looked at the paperweight, his tone casual but with some concern and concern.
"Back to the young master, Zhang Li's family is already protected by secret guards. Nothing important has happened at the moment. They are both in good health." The hidden guard lowered his head and said.
Liu Zhan nodded.
He moved the paperweight away, and there were dense writings on the paper under the paperweight.
"Give it to Qiao Qixin and ask her to destroy it after reading it without leaving any flaws." Liu Zhan held the stack of paper between his index and middle fingers.
The hidden guard quickly stood up, took the paper and excused himself.
Liu Zhan held his head, still looking at the Li Mansion not far away.
His index finger tapped on the seat anxiously.
"Is she really trustworthy?"
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Qiao Qixin walked halfway to Li Zhirou's yard, then turned a corner and entered the woods.
She wandered around in the woods for a few times, but didn't see Liu Zhan's hidden guard.
After hesitating for a moment, she whispered, "Brother Hidden Guard? Are you there?"
No one responded.
Qiao Qixin shouted a few more times without giving up.
"Miss Qiao."
There was a sudden sound from behind, and Qiao Qixin was startled. When she turned around and saw the hidden guard beside Liu Zhan, she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Please help me tell Liu Zhan something. I met with him on the night of the banquet and when I went back, I was taken to Li Zhirou's room by her maid..."
Qiao Qixin briefly described everything that happened.
She looked at Yinwei's confused eyes and tilted her head, "Can you remember it? If not, ask Liu Zhan to come over and I will tell him face to face."
Qiao Qixin's original intention was to cause trouble for Liu Zhan, but the hidden guard obviously misunderstood and thought that Qiao Qixin was using Liu Zhan to put pressure on him.
Obviously, this method worked very well, and the hidden guard immediately wrote down all Qiao Qixin's words.
Qiao Qixin was still a little regretful that she couldn't cause trouble for Liu Zhan.
The hidden guard handed over the piece of paper Liu Zhan gave her, "This is what Mr. Liu asked me to give you. It is all the information about the Li Mansion that Mr. Liu has tracked down in recent years."
Qiao Qixin raised her eyebrows in surprise. She took the paper and opened it and took a look. The dense handwriting made her scalp explode instantly.
This is revenge...
The hidden guard then added, "Young Master ordered me to destroy it after you read it, so as not to leave any possible risks."
After saying that, the hidden guard took a few steps back and bowed solemnly to Qiao Qixin, "I'll leave it to the girl to handle the disaster relief funds."
Green threads fluttered, and fallen leaves were blown up by the gusts of wind, turning in the air like dancing butterflies.
Qiao Qixin stared blankly at the hidden guard who was solemnly saluting, and an inexplicable responsibility seemed to be officially pressed on her shoulders.
"Well, I will try my best." She lowered her eyes.
The sound is like fluttering feathers.
It was very light, but I accepted this sudden entrustment and responsibility.