Mr. Xie, he loves me every day

Chapter 530 Secret Investigation
After Song Yuening confirmed again and again that the red color on Xie Zitao's cheeks was the trace of blood coagulation, she almost immediately walked towards him.

"Zitao, what's going on? Did you fight with someone else?"

Song Yuening spoke quickly, with concern on his face, but Xie Zitao avoided Song Yuening's eyes unnaturally, and even raised his hand to cover the scar on his cheek.

He responded vaguely to Song Yuening: "It's nothing, I just accidentally bumped into her on the way back."

As soon as these words came out, Song Yuening almost blurted out "impossible".

"Where can a collision cause such a wound? Zitao, tell the truth. Did you fight with others outside? Or were you bullied by others?"

Song Yuening was like any mother who is worried about her adolescent son, eager to get a result from Xie Zitao.

But Xie Zitao's attitude from beginning to end was very obvious, that is, he was unwilling to tell Song Yuening what happened.

He looked at Song Yuening's concerned eyes, and a trace of warmth flowed in his heart.

But what he is doing now cannot be told to Song Yuening under any circumstances.

So he said in a stiff tone: "It's nothing, I just accidentally rubbed it. Teacher Song, you don't have to worry about me, no one really bullies me."

"I'm a little tired. I want to go upstairs and rest. If there's nothing else, you don't have to call me."

After Xie Zitao said this, he walked straight upstairs.

But Song Yuening looked at Xie Zitao's back, frowning, and couldn't help but shout.

"Zitao, even if you don't want to tell me what happened, at least you want me to give you some medicine? If you just leave it like this, it's easy to get infected."

However, Song Yuening's words did not stop Xie Zitao.

He walked up to the second floor without hesitation, and it was only when Song Yuening was about to lose sight of him that he heard Xie Zitao's brief and cold words.

"No need, I will handle it myself."

Then the sound of opening the door sounded. After a short pause, the door of the room was closed. Song Yuening knew that Xie Zitao had returned to his room.

She was anxious and helpless.

After all, Xie Zitao has grown up now. He is no longer the child who always liked to hang around her and wanted to tell her everything.

Song Yuening sighed silently, but the worry in her eyebrows was extremely obvious.

She could feel the sense of disobedience coming from Xie Zitao, and a woman's intuition told her that something was definitely wrong with Xie Zitao.

Song Yuening stood there, thinking for a moment, and finally decided to go to Xie Zitao to ask for clarification.

However, she had just taken the first step when she heard footsteps coming from behind her.

"Mom, I've finished watching TV, and now I'm going to study upstairs."

Song Nian'an trotted to Song Yuening's side, opened her arms and hugged her directly.

Song Yuening bent down and stroked her head gently.

"Really? Our Nian An is really obedient, so you go upstairs and study hard first, okay? Mom has something else that needs to be dealt with."

Song Yuening originally thought that after coaxing Song Nian'an upstairs, she would have a good talk with Xie Zitao.

But she didn't expect that as soon as Song Nian'an jumped up the steps in three steps and two steps at a time, the ringtone of her mobile phone placed aside rang.

Song Yuening was startled at first, then frowned and wanted to hang up the phone directly.

But he didn't know who it was, so he kept calling her. In desperation, Song Yuening had no choice but to retract her steps towards Xie Zitao's room and turned towards the sofa.

"Hey?"

On the other end of the phone, the assistant's voice was a little urgent.

"Teacher Song, do you have time now? Can you come to the studio?"

Song Yuening rarely heard her assistant be so anxious, so she guessed that something had happened. After some hesitation, she finally agreed.

"Okay, wait for me, I'll be at the studio in ten minutes."

"What happened? Please briefly report to me first."

Song Yuening hurriedly picked up her coat and walked out the door. When passing the stairs on the second floor, she paused slightly and looked in the direction of Xie Zitao upstairs with some confusion.

Her feelings told her that she should go upstairs now, knock on Xie Zitao's door, and ask him why there were scars on his face.

But her reason told her that the assistant must have something important to do with her.

Song Yuening did not have this experience before. Now when business and private matters were put together, she realized how difficult it was to choose between the two.

In the end, Song Yuening was defeated by the assistant's call.

She tightened her grip on the phone, and finally loosened it weakly.

Things in the studio were urgent, and the assistant couldn't make any ideas in the studio alone, so she had to be sent back.

Even if she stayed to talk to Xie Zitao now, she would be distracted because she had things in the studio on her mind.

Not only will he not be able to get any useful information out of her, but Xie Zitao may have a rebellious attitude because of her attitude.

So Song Yuening weighed it again and again, and finally decided to go to the studio to deal with her own affairs first. After the work in the studio was finished, she would come back to Xie Zitao to ask for clarification. It was too late.

Song Yuening had a good plan, but she didn't expect that after returning to the studio, she would be so busy that she had no time to think about anything else.

Even halfway through, she added a new addition to her schedule because of Gu's incident.

Amidst such tedious work, she had no time or energy to think about Xie Zitao.

Xie family.

After Xie Zitao heard that there was no movement downstairs, he guessed that Song Yuening had gone out.

Now that he's out, he won't come upstairs to look for him again, which means he can do his own thing.

Xie Zitao breathed a sigh of relief. He turned around and walked to the bed and sat down. Then he took out his mobile phone and dialed a number without adding his name.

The phone only rang twice and was quickly answered.

"Hey, how's the investigation going for you I asked you to investigate?"

Xie Zitao changed his sensible appearance in front of his family. He was half-leaning on the bed, and his handsome eyebrows were very unruly as his temperament changed.

His tone was somewhat condescending and arrogant, very much like Xie Mingyuan when he was young.

When the person on the other end of the phone heard Xie Zitao's voice, he shuddered subconsciously, and then stumblingly opened his mouth to report the current situation to him.

"Young Master, the current situation is like this. You also know that those who kidnapped your aunt were very careful, otherwise your uncle would not have failed to find out their identities."

Xie Zitao interrupted impatiently: "I know this myself. I don't need you to tell me again. I want to hear what you found out."