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Seeing Jin Lu's conflicted expression, the four girls couldn't hold back their laughter anymore.

"Miss Jin, you are so funny, so funny."

"Yes, Miss Jin, you, you are so easy to trust others. We are just an ordinary family, how can we have so much money? You said more than a thousand yuan, or two or three thousand, that's about right."

"But do you really believe that we have so much French currency? That much money, nearly 10 million, is almost piled up into a small mountain. Our house is so small, I guess all that money would have been stolen long ago."

"Hahaha!"

As the four girls laughed, Jin Lu's mouth couldn't help but twitch.

After all, she really believed it at first. Now thinking back, she realized that she seemed to have been fooled by the four girls.

You know, she had been to Qin Yuwen's house before, so how could she not know whether there was so much money or not?

……

"Xiaoyue, where have you been these days? Your classmate called and said you were missing?"

At He Yue's home, He Yue sat there, looking at her father opposite her, listening to his questions, her eyes a little red. After all, what happened in the past few days was like a dream.

"dad--"

Looking at the middle-aged man, He Yue rushed over and threw herself into He's father's arms, crying loudly.

She cried so miserably, as if she wanted to cry out all the grievances she had suffered.

"dad--"

A long cry made He's father cry so hard that he couldn't stop. After all, he had wanted to go and ask for an explanation, but he didn't expect to be so overwhelmed by his daughter's crying.

Father He had no choice but to hug his daughter, pat her back gently, and comfort her softly.

"Cheng, don't cry, Daddy will take care of everything. Daddy will take care of everything."

"dad--"

At this time, He Yue's tears had already rolled down like beads, and she could no longer hold back her cries and burst into tears.

It was unknown how long she cried before He Yue slowly calmed down. She was held by her father and placed on the sofa.

But he still hugged his daughter and comforted her from time to time.

"Okay, daughter, talk to daddy. Tell him everything you have wronged."

"Dad, I'm being bullied, wuwuwu!"

"Whoever it is, I will chop him with a knife."

When Mr. He heard that his daughter was being bullied, he was so angry that he stood up and rushed out.

"Dad, dad, don't worry, I'll tell someone about it. It's like this..."

Next, He Yue cried quietly and told her father about what she had experienced in the past few days.

Of course, there are some things that cannot be said, and she would not say them carelessly, as once they are said, it would bring danger to her father.

"You said that kid from the Zhou family drugged you, and you escaped, but you were shot twice by stray bullets, but you were lucky enough to survive?"

"Well, I might have been accidentally injured when I was passing by. I have been recuperating in someone else's home for the past three days. So, today I am almost well, so I came back, but I was afraid that you would worry."

He Yue also smiled bitterly: "Dad, I thought I was drugged. I felt a little groggy. If I wasn't conscious, I might have died a long time ago."

"Asshole, it's all the fault of this kid from the Zhou family. I'm so mad at you, so mad at you."

"Dad, I'm back now, don't worry, I'll be able to go to school in two or three days."

"It will be fine in two or three days. Who is treating you?"

"A stranger, I don't know him either. He just said that our family owes him a favor, and he will let us repay him if needed in the future."

"I see. It seems he knows our family quite well."

When Father He heard this, he thought for a moment and then looked at He Yue: "How is your injury?"

"Dad, it's not a big deal, the scar has healed!" "Who's injured over there?"

"One shot in the buttocks and one in the shoulder."

"It's so serious, Dad, can you take a look at the injury?"

"Ok!"

After Mr. He looked at the wound, he took a deep breath.

He's father was originally a doctor, and a famous doctor in Shanghai. He had saved at least eight hundred lives.

But looking at his daughter's wounds, he really couldn't do it.

"What medicine did he give you? And how did he treat you?"

When He Yue heard this, she carefully explained the situation. These were what Zhang Tianhao told her after she woke up.

"He cut off part of the large and small intestines and sutured the wound. He did it in such a simple environment. How great must this person's medical skills be?"

"By the way, you said there's still that black Chinese medicine. Do you have any left?"

"No, he just said that this Chinese medicine is too expensive, several times more expensive than penicillin!"

"By the way, when he came back, he also told me that after a month, I can remove the stitches on my abdominal wound by carefully pulling the stitches on both sides. I don't need to do it again."

"That's it!"

No wonder there are so many threads on the abdomen, it turns out there is a purpose.

……

"Mr. Qin, your family's letter!"

Just as Zhang Tianhao was sitting there, killing time out of boredom, he heard a shout coming from the door downstairs. A postman shouted directly at him.

Zhang Tianhao looked at the other person and smiled.

He turned around, went downstairs, and came to the door.

But at this time, the postman had already put the letter in the mailbox at the door and had already ridden away on his bike.

Zhang Tianhao came to the mailbox, opened it carefully, took out the newspaper and the letter, then went upstairs and prepared to go to the study.

After arriving at the study, he turned on the desk lamp, took out a blank piece of paper from the letter, and read it carefully.

He just took a look, then took out the developing solution, lightly applied it on the letter paper, and saw a line of words appear on the letter paper.

As this line of words appeared, Zhang Tianhao's expression changed slightly.

There are only more than twenty words, but each word represents boundless pressure.

After reading the paper, he took out a lighter, lit it gently, and then began to burn the paper.

As the flames gradually grew bigger, then smaller, and finally turned into a pile of ashes, Zhang Tianhao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Then there was an extra letter in his hand, but it was an ordinary letter, mainly a letter written by a pen pal.

As he put it back into the envelope, he just smiled. Anyway, if someone searched the letter in the future, it would be useless since the contents were there.

"Haha, maybe I can go to Jin Lu's house next door, have a meal there, and then go to the study or sit in the yard."

Because he wanted to send the information out now, it was impossible for him to do so in his own yard. He had to send the telegram secretly at Kanako's house, perhaps even in the other party's sight.

"Maybe this is a good idea."

The more he thought about it, the more he felt it was feasible. After all, he had three miniature radio stations at hand, and after sending the telegram, no one would notice his miniature radio station.

He does it as soon as he thinks of it. This is also his style. He stood up, turned off the lights, pushed the door and walked downstairs.

When he came downstairs, he looked at the phone and then picked it up and called. After all, he was going to eat, so he had to ask. (End of this chapter)