Lock Your Heart and Lock Your Love: Don't Marry a Rich Husband

They've all been played!

He Mo was about to throw a punch just now, but was stopped by Luo Yuchen's words, he raised his head reluctantly, looked at Luo Yuchen with a calm face, "Brother Yuchen——"

"Okay, I don't care what personal grievances you have. We are here today to obtain some evidence for investigation. Let's stop here and help her up first."

Luo Yuchen's face was careless, He Mo hadn't had a good time yet, his face was obviously not very good, but he still stopped at Luo Yuchen's words, and stretched out his hand unwillingly, and almost stopped him when he was limp on the ground The woman in a puddle of ooze dragged her up, not forgetting to add viciously, "Hmph, if Brother Yuchen hadn't let you go, I'll beat you to death!"

Panting heavily, He Jiahui let He Mo pull her up from the ground, leaning on the sofa and barely able to stand still, she immediately waved Home Mo's hand away, causing him to snort, and didn't say anything else, but He leaned in front of Luo Yuchen again, like a dog raised by someone else, almost jumping up and down, "Brother Yuchen, is there anything else you need me to do?"

Luo Yuchen shook his head lightly, and asked something irrelevant, "Where is He Jiahui's bedroom?"

Homer was taken aback for a moment, and pointed upstairs, "It's on the third floor, turn left and take the first room, Brother Yuchen, you want to—"

Before the words fell, Luo Yuchen had already stepped up to the exquisitely decorated spiral staircase, Mr. Luo also walked up, and the police officer who followed the two walked up to He Jiahui who was struggling to stand, with a cold voice , "Miss He, please—"

He Jiahui took a deep breath, glanced fiercely at the person in front of her, clenched the small note in her hand, and limped towards the spiral staircase.

……

"What? Are you kidding us?"

Luo Yuchen couldn't tell if he was sober or angry, but looking at He Jiahui's eyes that were as calm as stagnant water, his voice became irritable, "You tricked me and grandpa here, but then told us that your evidence is gone? lost?"

"He Jiahui, who do you think will believe your nonsense! Why did you bring us here, tell me!"

If Mr. Luo hadn't consciously stopped Luo Yuchen, he might have been unable to hold back his anger at this moment, and rushed up to give He Jiahui a slap in the face, but He Jiahui looked like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water, leaning weakly on the closet Looking at the furious Luo Yuchen at the door, there was an insolent smile in a voice that was so slight that it was almost inaudible.

"Yes, I just tricked you, so what?"

"He Jiahui! You—"

"Ah Chen, don't be impulsive."

Old Master Luo sighed, raised his hand to stop Luo Yuchen, his calm eyes slowly turned to He Jiahui, his eyes were full of insight, "Tell me, who are you here to see?"

He Jiahui said that day that she had something that could prove Bai Zixin's identity in her hand, so she definitely wouldn't be lying. Mr. Luo could see clearly that He Jiahui was under their strict surveillance, and at all costs, just to come to He's house to meet a People, then that person must be related to He Jiaming, and maybe he can help her!

If not, there is no need for He Jiahui to lie, or in other words, there is no reason not to hand over the evidence in her hand,