On the engagement night, I became the favorite of my mortal enemy

Zhou Sitao tugged on Song Tang's collar, and Song Tang looked at him motionless.

The atmosphere is deadlocked.

Suddenly, there was a buzzing sound on the bedside table.

Song Tang looked past Zhou Sitai and reminded softly: "Your phone number."

Zhou Silai let go of Song Tang, looked away, turned around and took the phone.

It's Ge Pan's phone number.

Zhou Si'ai got up and walked out while answering the phone.

I didn't know what Ge Pan said on the phone. Zhou Si'ai gradually frowned and walked faster.

Song Tang was sure that Zhou Sizhen would not turn around and come back, so he took out his mobile phone and sent a file package to Xing Youle.

Song Tang had already read the contents of the memory chip in Xing Youle's old mobile phone. After copying the data, she made a copy and sent it to Xing Youle, and then extracted a separate copy of the contents to fool Zhou Sitai.

The chip she had just put into Zhou Situ's pocket to replace the bug was the chip she had replaced.

Song Tang lay on the bed and reviewed the useful information provided by Xing Youle.

She put on her headphones and listened to the recording of Liu Yingying and Liu Chengye's quarrel over and over again.

Because Xing Youle was hiding outside the door for fear of being discovered, he did not dare to record the video. Also, because of the distance, there were still some blurred parts in the recording.

"Dad, you haven't given me pocket money this month..." It sounded like Liu Yingying was holding Liu Chengye's arm and acting coquettishly.

Next came Liu Chengye's voice: "Didn't I just give you 500 million last time? Why did you use it so quickly?"

"Girls need to be rich. Besides, I have to go out with those young men every day, so my daily clothing expenses must not be downgraded. Five million is not enough, dad..."

"The company has been losing money, and dad doesn't have any money. Besides, you've been with those young men for so long, and they don't even give you money to spend?"

Liu Yingying: "Dad, please stop pretending to be poor. I know you just bought a small western-style building for the third son you raised outside. You can't even afford to raise your own daughter, but you are happy raising someone else."

Liu Chengye: "Then you can't find a man to support you, and your father and I can't support you for the rest of your life."

Liu Yingying was being petty: "Anyway, dad, tell me whether you want to give me the money or not. If you don't, I will tell my sister about your purchase of the small bungalow."

Liu Chengye disagreed: "Be obedient and stop making trouble. I'm busy."

"Are you busy coaxing your little wife? I know you brought her home and hid her in your bedroom." Liu Yingying lowered her voice and said: "Dad, you can't be afraid of my sister, but I don't believe you are not afraid of you. sister."

Liu Yingying continued: "Your sister, Song Tang's mother, was killed by you, because by killing her, you could embezzle the Song family's property. Isn't that how we got this house?"

"Pah!" There was a loud slap in the face. It sounded like Liu Chengye had slapped Liu Yingying.

Liu Chengye shouted angrily: "Who are you listening to nonsense again?"

Liu Yingying covered her face and cried loudly, and said angrily: "What my grandma said personally can be false! Liu Chengye, anyway, you must give me this money today, or I will tell everyone that you killed your sister, and none of us will Don’t even think about it!”

Then came the sound of Liu Chengye throwing something: "Get out! You're so used to it that you dare to threaten your father. You go and sue me. Go and talk about it and see who believes you!"

The recording ended abruptly here. Liu Chengye or Liu Yingying probably came out of the room, so Xing Youle did not continue recording.

Song Tang has listened to this video several times, but this recording alone cannot convict Liu Chengye.

It seems that she should go visit her grandma if she has time.

There was still a tough battle to be fought tomorrow, and Song Tang decided to take a good sleep to recharge his batteries.

Here, after Zhou Sizhen came out of Song Tang's lounge, he went straight to the old man's ward on the 23rd floor.

Ge Pan stood guard outside the door and clearly saw Zhou Si prostrate, but he clearly ignored him.Zhou Si'ai put one hand in his pocket and looked in the direction of the ward with a gloomy expression.

Just now, Ge Pan told him on the phone that a man who claimed to be a doctor came over with an autographed letter from the old man and entered the old man's ward.

Zhou Sihui stood guard at the door of the ward, and soon Zhang Yuanmiao hurried over with a thermos cup: "What's going on?"

Zhou Sihui glanced sideways and said displeasedly: "I said he was the attending doctor arranged by the old man in advance."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Zhou's ward door was opened, and a lean man walked out.

Zhou Sitai and Zhang Yuanmiao both focused their solemn and scrutinizing gazes on that man.

The man was very thin, skinny and bones would be an exaggeration, but he was white, but because he was so thin, his whiteness made him look like a skeleton.

His hair was very long, very black, and glowed with a healthy luster. It was combed meticulously and tied back with a black hairband.

Especially those eyes with deep sunken sockets, which are very bright and make people feel evil and creepy at first glance.

The man looked up and met Zhou Si's eyes.

Most people would show timidity when looking at such a strange person at first glance, but Zhou Sihui raised his lips and said with a smile: "It looks like the evil Taoist of Maoshan."

After he finished speaking, he didn't hear Zhang Yuanmiao's voice for a long time. He turned his head and looked over in confusion, only to find that Zhang Yuanmiao was holding a thermos cup tightly in his hand, frowning slightly, looking at the other party with a solemn expression.

Zhou Si'ai raised his eyebrows slightly, realizing that the other party was unusual.

At this time, the man also came over, stopped two steps away from Zhou Sihui, raised his hand to shake his hand: "Hello, Second Young Master, I am Li Daozhong."

"Li Daozhong..." Zhang Yuanmiao suddenly gasped. He almost lost his grip on the thermos cup and almost dropped it to the ground.

"Don't shake hands with him!" Zhang Yuanmiao grabbed Zhou Situ's outstretched hand and looked at Li Daozhong with fear in his eyes.

Seeing this, Li Daozhong took back his hand with an evil smile and said, "Second Young Master, I am entrusted by Mr. Zhou. I will take care of his condition in the future."

Li Daozhong cupped his hands and said, "Farewell."

After speaking, he left.

Zhou Sitai withdrew his gaze and looked at Zhang Yuanmiao: "What is his origin that makes you react so strongly?"

Zhang Yuanmiao's throat rolled, and he raised his sleeves to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead.

He did not rush to answer Zhou Situ's words. Instead, he pulled Zhou Situ and ran to Mr. Zhou's ward, and then eagerly took Mr. Zhou's pulse.

Mr. Zhou was still in a coma, so he didn't know about it.

Ten minutes later, Zhang Yuanmiao finally let go of the old man's hand.

Zhou Sihui stood behind Zhang Yuanmiao the whole time and did not interrupt him.

Zhang Yuanmiao took a deep breath and said solemnly: "It is indeed him. Xuanzhong Ghost Dao - Li Daozhong."

Zhou Sihui said: "I've never heard of it."

"It's not surprising that you haven't heard of him. He's old enough to be your great-grandfather."

Zhou Si'ai frowned. To be his great-grandfather, he must be at least hundreds of years old, but the man just now looked like he was only in his 60s at most.

And they look tougher than people in their 60s today.

Zhang Yuanmiao waved his hand and motioned for Zhou Sihui to go out and talk.

When the two of them walked to a deserted place, Zhang Yuanmiao said: "Li Daozhong became famous at the age of 20. His reputation was at its peak in the old society. Nowadays, with the rise of Western medicine, Chinese medicine has been abandoned. In addition, he has not been born for decades, so there are few people left." Someone knows his name."