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Chapter 393 Rotten Thinking
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"Why don't you speak, aren't you guilty?"

"You little slut also has a guilty conscience? I thought you weren't afraid of anything,"

Mother Min grabbed Min Qili, with a distorted smile on her face, looking eerie and terrifying.

Min Jiawei stood obediently by the side, tightly holding the strap of the schoolbag in his hand.

Ten percent of her strength was used in her hands, and she felt that the blood in her whole body was not flowing;

"You let me go."

"Let go of you, let go of you, what are you doing? Let go of you, let you continue to hook up with other wild men; plan your father with them, how do you plan to let us orphans and widows live on the streets?"

Min's mother chattered endlessly, Min Qili had a headache and turned her head to avoid her saliva.

Looking at the tightly clenched hand, Min Qili felt in a daze that it had turned purple.

"What evidence do you have, don't talk nonsense without evidence."

Snapped

The sound of a slap piercing the air made Min Qili stunned, but Li Juehong resisted the urge to rush forward and clenched his fists.

He didn't understand why Min Qili didn't let herself help, but obeyed.

With burning pain on her face, Min Qili really couldn't hold it anymore; her legs were weak, and she didn't have the strength to directly bring Min's mother to the ground.

Min Qili fell to the ground gracefully, and Min's mother was thrown to the ground.

There were not many people around, but they all looked over, and Mother Min was angry and annoyed.

Face being thrown on the ground like this, Min Qili felt that Min Qili did it on purpose, and wanted to slap her again, a pair of big hands grabbed her in disgust, and threw the falling hands aside.

"Don't go too far."

Li Juehong made a small gesture, and Min's mother held hands for a long time.

"Min Qili, you have really grown your wings and let outsiders bully me."

Standing up with Li Juehong's strength, Min Qili looked at her coldly, "Who is an outsider? Here, you are an outsider; what are you, why do you say that about me? What stand do you have, you raised me Did you teach me to write and speak, did you comfort me when I needed protection?"

"You can pick up money, you can pick up trash, you can pick up scolding; but if you pick up something that doesn't belong to you, it's cheap."

"And that kid, whose son are you? Min Wanxing's, who told you, who did you ask to raise you; if you want to rely on me, you must have enough evidence, if you don't have it, you are nothing."

"Min Wanxing didn't raise you, so you don't dare to make a fuss; he died, and he thought it was easy for me to come here to make a fuss? Then you are wrong, I was raised by him, and I am even more white-eyed than him."

Mother Min hugged Min Jiawei and burst into tears; while crying, she pinched Min Jiawei, and the son and grandson sang together.

"Can you ask security to take them away?"

"Okay, you go back first, leave this place to me."

Min Qili nodded and went up.

Until Min Qili was out of sight, Li Juehong's gentle smile turned cold in an instant.

"Cry, why don't you cry? Do you think crying is a weapon? Find a place to talk, you don't feel shy, but I still feel ashamed."

At the end of the sentence, Li Juehong's eyes made Min's mother's heart tremble, and she grabbed Min Jiawei tightly.

"What are you doing?"

Li Juehong smiled without saying a word, approached Min's mother, and took away her and Min Jiawei's miniature camera.

Once the small machine was in hand, it was disassembled in two or three strokes.

"Camera, where is the source file? I remember that it will be connected to a remote computer, and the captured images will be saved to the computer simultaneously, right?"

Li Juehong's eyes sank, and he crushed the disassembled camera.

Min Jiawei's face turned pale with fright, and during the movement, the third miniature camera was exposed.

"So there's another one here."

After taking it away, I checked it again to make sure that nothing slipped through the net; squatting in front of Min Jiawei, "Good boy, when you were at school, the teacher should have told you to be honest and not lie, right?"

Seduced by Li Juehong's eyes, Min Jiawei nodded.

"Very well, I like city kids like you. Then tell me, why are you here today?"

Min Jiawei glanced at Min's mother, but didn't understand her eyes; bit his lower lip, "The teacher has to pay the tuition, I have no money."

"There's no money, so you're going crazy looking for Qili because Min Wanxing doesn't care about your life or death; you've been brazenly pestering her all the time, maybe Min Wanxing's child you're talking about isn't Min Wanxing's child at all."

"How is it possible, although you are the president of the Li family; but if you talk nonsense, I will refute you."

Mother Min pulled Min Jiawei behind her and looked at him warily.

"Then have you done an appraisal? Why are you so confident? Is it because he is a son; as long as he is a son and his surname is Min, you don't care about anything?"

"There are always some similarities between father and son, but I just asked someone to adjust the information; Min Jiawei has type A blood, Min Wanxing has type O blood, and Qili also has type O blood."

"Maybe he inherited his mother's blood type. However, Min Wanxing was raised by you, and he was also raised by you; the two children are different from childhood. You should know that father and son will always have some similarities."

Li Juehong's words were lingering in his ears, and Mother Min looked at Min Jiawei's small face, and her memory went back to the past.

It seemed that Min Jiawei's was really different from the son he was so proud of; on the contrary, it was similar to the damn cheap daughter who was sold back then.

A bucket of ice water was poured from the top of the head, and Min's mother threw Min Jiawei out in an instant.

"Impossible, he is my grandson; how could it be that little bitch's child? It's your trick. What's the point of Li Juehong helping that little bitch Min Qili? You're a man, it's useless to help women; you What about your tolerance, your ability. Listen to her now, and you will listen to her in the future. After you are together, do you still have autonomy?"

"What kind of rotten thinking are you?"

"I'm rotten? Isn't that the truth? Don't make up for this little bitch, Min Qili. She doesn't deserve it."

Seeing Min Jiawei being helped up by Li Juehong, Min's mother was shocked, pinched Min Jiawei and grabbed him in her arms, "Why do you go to him and you don't want me, you want to fight with him? You have no conscience."

While eloquently speaking, he fought, leading Min Jiawei farther and farther.

Frowning, watching them get farther and farther away; raising his head, he stared at Min Qili who was lying on the window.

Li Juehong smiled, and Min Qili smiled faintly.

Something wrong with Min's mother has always made Li Juehong uneasy; while going upstairs, he ordered to follow up and investigate them, and sent security guards to place good staff near the hospital.

Don't let them bother you again.

"What did you tell them, why does it feel like she's different?"

Hearing the sound of pushing the door, Min Qili didn't look back, and asked out on her own.

The voice did not answer, and a sense of danger loomed.

(End of this chapter)