Calculating the time, exactly half an hour had passed. This was the time when Murong Qingzhen drove back to Murong's house.
Jiang Zimo soon heard the servant opening the door greeting Murong Qingzhen, "Master, are you back? Do you want to ask the kitchen to prepare a midnight snack for you?"
Murong Qingzhen's voice sounded a little tired, and he replied: "No, where is the master? Is he in the study?"
The servant seemed hesitant: "Master is not in the study."
Murong Qingzhen: "Then where is he?"
"I don't know, maybe you'd better ask your wife."
Murong Qingzhen saw that the servant's tone was hesitant, thinking that there must be some difficulty, so he stopped asking further, and then there was a sound of footsteps in the earphones.
Hearing the sound, he seemed to have walked into the Murong family compound, and then walked forward for about five minutes, and finally stopped.
"Dong dong dong!" Murong Qingzhen raised his hand and knocked on the door gently.
Then came the soft and pleasant voice of Mrs. Murong Yao Yuwan: "Is it Qingzhen? Come in."
"Mom, why haven't you rested yet?"
"It's Qingzhen who's back? Come here quickly, how about it? Did you enjoy going out with Azi?"
"Well, fortunately, everything was fine originally, but I didn't expect that Uncle Jiang suddenly suffered a stroke... Azi was so anxious that I chartered a plane to rush back. Don't worry, I just went there
I just came back after seeing her. Mom, how are you doing these days? Did Zhou Mom soak your feet with Wuhua Purple Ginger Soup in the evening? "
Madam Murong seemed to be smiling at her son, with some joy and satisfaction in her voice. "Mom is fine, don't worry. Mom is just waiting for you and A'zi to get married as soon as possible, so that she can still see her grandson in her lifetime."
When my granddaughter grows up, my mother no longer cares about anything else."
"Mom, do you know something?" Murong Qingzhen asked pointedly.
Mrs. Murong was silent for a moment, and finally sighed slightly: "What can I know? Your mother, I can't walk, I can't see, and in this family, except for your son, who really takes me seriously?
of?"
"Mom!" Jiang Zimo could tell that there was unbearable indignation in Murong Qingzhen's tone at this time.
"Forget it, kid. Mom is satisfied just having you by her side. Those things about him... As a son, don't take care of them if you can, lest they really cause trouble and be laughed at by outsiders. After all, when it comes to what happened in the past,
Mom, I owe him too. Besides, Azi probably doesn’t know about this matter yet?"
"I don't know now, but I will know one day! Mom, tell me, did he hide... her in our house? Mom!"
Mrs. Murong seemed to have no sympathy for her son, and she sighed slightly again. "I don't know exactly what happened. I just heard from Zhou's mother that a car drove in this morning, and then people
I went directly into the room on the east side. Until now, no one has come out..."
As expected, Murong Qingzhen couldn't hold it any longer and stood up immediately. "I'll go find him!"
Mrs. Murong hurriedly shouted: "Come back! You kid, you are not afraid of running over so hastily...".
"I'm not afraid, Mom. I tolerated the things he did in the past because he is my biological father. But this time, it is related to the life and death of Azi's father, and I can't tolerate it anymore!"
"But if you run over like this, what can you do to him? He is always your father. Do you want to accuse him of having an affair with his wife and sister?"