The real daughter, she is a Buddhist boss

Chapter 108 Song Tongren

"This bunch of bastards! You clearly said you would keep my grandmother safe!"

With clenched teeth, red eyes, the hoarse Liang Yu's expression on his face was extremely painful, and even his cursing voice was hoarse.

But no matter how much he scolded, he still couldn't find his grandma.

Liang Yu, who had been silent for three days in Wuyu, smiled at the camera three hours after hearing the news of his grandmother's death, and finally made his decision.

"Whatever you want to know, I will tell you."

But under the desolate appearance, Hua Wei sees the darkness in his eyes completely.

The highly astute Professor Hua noticed something was wrong.

But she buckled down her notebook and listened to all the conversations coming from the earphones, without telling Suo Ying of her suspicions.
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All the information provided by Liang Yu needs to be sorted out and handed over to special homeless people to verify the authenticity, all of which will take time.

But before that, all Hua Wei needs to do is wait.

She carried the erhu that she had forgotten in the corner on her back, took out the chip in the watch to identify it, and walked into the No. 09 prison on the sixth basement floor of Wuyu.

The prisoner here is Wuyu Class C criminal, Song Tongren.

One of her "old friends".

The hot pot set meal that Hua Wei had ordered for him earlier had already been served on the table at this time, white smoke wafted from the boiling soup base, and the aroma caught the eyes of other people in the cell; while Tongren Song, the person concerned, was sitting in the corner , Close your eyes and rest your mind.

Hua Wei approached slowly, and when he was separated by a door, he asked, "Why don't you move your chopsticks?"

Hearing the sound, Song Tongren opened his eyes and looked at her; but he still didn't say a word.

"I heard that Mr. Song's hometown is in a small county in Nancheng, where the seasons are like spring and the climate is warm; the cattle and sheep raised there also have a special flavor."

She was sitting on the other side of the glass, as if it was just an ordinary chat: "I asked someone to pick out the freshest dishes and airlift them from Nancheng. Mr. Song might as well taste it to see if the taste is familiar to you."

But Song Tongren is like a static sculpture, there is no difference at all except that his eyes can blink.

And Hua Wei casually fiddled with the strings of the erhu, and said casually: "I forgot to say, the proprietress's surname is Luo."

These words injected vitality into Song Tongren's body as if by magic, and stimulated him to move immediately. He staggered and walked towards the table, fearing that those things would disappear in the next second.

He picked up the chopsticks tremblingly, looking at the plate of stewed vegetables like looking at treasures, neither moving the chopsticks nor not moving the chopsticks.

At that moment, I don't know what he thought of, the middle-aged man's eyes turned red instantly.

Hua Wei, who was plucking the strings, turned a blind eye to his strangeness, and just continued to say to himself: "Before the subordinates left, they sent some snacks and small objects from the capital to Mrs. Luo. ; I see the smile on her face in the photo, it seems that she is doing well now."

The tight string was pulled by her, making a dull sound.

She looked at Song Tongren, whose face became a little ugly, with a cold smile on her lips: "At least she's doing well without Mr. Song."

"Miss Hua, the contract between us has not been fully fulfilled, we are still allies now; it is immoral for you to threaten my wife and daughter now."

(End of this chapter)