Zhang Wei stared at the bare wall uneasily, and suddenly heard a scream. She quickly ran out of bed, took out a pistol from the drawer, and put it into her pocket.
The scream just now seemed to be that of Dean Fan. She gently opened the door and walked carefully to the corridor.
Lu Xiangyuan also heard the scream and was guarding the door of Dean Fan's room vigilantly. He knocked on the door and asked, "Dean Fan, are you okay?"
There was silence in the room, and no sound came out. Lu Xiangyuan frowned and felt a little nervous. But when he was about to open the door, Dean Fan's voice sounded in the room: "I'm fine, I just got up to drink water."
I accidentally tripped over a chair. It's too late, go back to bed."
Zhang Wei had been on tenterhooks, fearing that someone from the Security Bureau would come to his door, but now he felt a little relieved after hearing Dean Fan's answer.
However, Lu Xiangyuan still did not let down his guard and asked again: "Are you injured anywhere? Do you need me to go in and see you?"
Dean Fan said quickly: "No, no, I just knocked my knee. Go back quickly."
Her tone was quite calm, and it didn't sound like she was in danger. Lu Xiangyuan's worried heart was relieved, and he said: "Then let's go back first. You have a good rest."
Dean Fan in the room listened to the footsteps of Lu Xiangyuan and Zhang Wei gradually disappearing, and said to the woman who pointed the gun at her temple: "They have left, you can rest assured."
The woman who suddenly broke into Dean Fan's room was none other than Zheng Zhaoxuan. Her expression at this time was stern, not at all like the poor man who was threatened and detained by the red-headed man.
Zheng Zhaoxuan put down his pistol and smiled sadly. "Dean Fan, you are well. I haven't seen you for a few years. I really miss you."
Dean Fan asked displeasedly: "What are you doing here?"
Zheng Zhaoxuan sat on Dean Fan's bed without anyone noticing, and said, "I want to come and catch up with you, can't you?"
Dean Fan frowned and said, "I don't go to the Three Treasures Hall for anything. Besides, you hate me to the core. How could you be here to reminisce with me?"
Zheng Zhaoxuan did not answer her words, but looked around the room leisurely. "The appearance here is really the same as before. Dean Fan, you are still working as a pawn of the devil for decades, arrogant and merciful for him."
The children?”
"What exactly do you want to say?" Dean Fan's back was tense and his tone was a little impatient.
"You know best how I fell into the hands of my current parents. I was used by that cruel couple as a tool to please the devil, and had to follow the red-headed man to monitor him. As a result, I was humiliated and raped.
Imprisoned, I have no home, life is worse than death, all of this is thanks to you." Zheng Zhaoxuan said through gritted teeth, with hatred in his eyes.
"If I hadn't brought you back to Wankui Welfare Home, you would have starved to death on the street. You should thank me." Dean Fan said nonchalantly, not paying attention to her hatred and resentment at all.
inside.
Zheng Zhaoxuan said bitterly: "Even if I am a beggar with no food to eat and no clothes to wear, it is better than the life I have spent these years! Tell me where my biological parents are!"
Dean Fan said calmly: "You are the child I brought back from the streets. I don't know your life experience."
"You are lying! If I am really an orphan without any relatives, why do you have to erase the memories of my childhood? You just don't want me to find my relatives. You want to manipulate me and use me to become your icv tool.
." Zheng Zhaoxuan grabbed Dean Fan's collar and said anxiously and angrily.
"Memory is not that important. The past is over. Living is the most important thing." Dean Fan's old and thin body was like a fragile dead leaf. She tried to break away from Zheng Zhaoxuan's hand but it was in vain. She coughed uncomfortably.
Two sounds.
"As soon as I saw your hypocritical face, I felt so depressed." A sneer suddenly appeared on Zheng Zhaoxuan's face. "I have something else to tell you this time. Dean Fan, what are you still saying?
Do you remember your precious granddaughter Jiang Li?"
Dean Fan's calm demeanor suddenly changed. She held Zheng Zhaoxuan's hand tightly and asked sternly: "What happened to Jiang Li? What did you do to her?"
Zheng Zhaoxuan looked at her panicked look with satisfaction, and said coldly: "It's not me who did anything to her. It's actually very unsafe in the icv. After all, there are too many people who hate ghost eyes. Your granddaughter and
Being around Guimu will naturally attract hatred."
"What's wrong with her? Tell me!" Dean Fan asked emotionally. She was so anxious that her breathing became rapid, and she had to cover her chest and gasp hard.
Zheng Zhaoxuan said indifferently: "She is dead. She was shot to death. But I heard that the person who did it was neat and tidy, so she probably didn't suffer much."
Dean Fan's old and haggard face suddenly turned pale. Her mouth was half open, and something seemed to be stuck in her throat, which made her unable to speak a word for a while. Her whole body was shaking and she was turbid.
Her eyes seemed to be covered with mist, and tears poured out continuously from her eyes.
After a long while, she murmured in pain: "How could it be, how could this happen? You lied to me, you must be lying to me! Please tell me, Jiang Li is not dead!" She pulled Zheng Zhaoxuan's hand emotionally.
The skirt of her clothes shook her body desperately.
Zheng Zhaoxuan pushed her away and said coldly: "Stop lying to yourself, she has been buried by the ICV people. Is it possible that you want me to take you to dig out her body from the grave before you will believe it?"
?”
"Liar, you liar! My granddaughter will not die! You can hate me if you want, but why do you want to curse my granddaughter?" Dean Fan's eyes were split, and she shouted with grief and anger. She held her old hands tightly.
Zheng Zhaoxuan's arms and nails left bright red scratches on her skin.
"Let go!" Zheng Zhaoxuan pushed her to the ground and said viciously: "You should have expected this. This is retribution and divine punishment!"
"Shut up!" Dean Fan shouted hysterically. She sat on the cold ground in despair, looking much haggard and old.
Zheng Zhaoxuan grabbed her shoulders like a rag sack, and said angrily: "You helped Guimu to harm other people's children, and now this retribution has come to your own granddaughter. This is because the sky has eyes, you are like this
What do you have to complain about, old man?"
Dean Fan seemed to have been drained of all her strength. She sat slumped on the ground, her body shaking uncontrollably. She cried desperately, covering her face with her hands tightly, tears pouring from her fingers.
Out. She said in a hoarse voice: "No, my granddaughter will not die..."
