My iceberg smiled

Chapter 123 Seems like a little beggar

In fact, the thoughts in his mind were similar to those of the forensic doctor just now.

Dean Qi has probably died in an accident, maybe he died to save the children?

Thinking of this possibility, Han Mochen respected Qi Rongsheng even more.

He will definitely find a way to find out the cause of the fire, find Dean Qi's body, and the group of missing children who escaped.

This time, not only for that little guy...

Simply because of Dean Qi's behavior, Han Mochen also wanted to arrange for the dean to arrange those children well, so that they would have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of their lives.

After hastily leaving the scene of the accident, Han Mochen sat in the black Rolls Royce again spotless.

At this time, Zhuo Yuan and Zhuo Qiu also followed him, sitting in the driver's seat and the co-pilot's seat respectively.

Seeing Han Mo Chen get into the car, he called out at the same time: "Master."

"Uncle Zhuo, keep in touch with the police at all times. I want to know all the progress of the fire case, and you must report to me every day." Han Mochen ordered.

"Yes, young master." Zhuo Yuan said respectfully.

"Also, send people to find the group of missing children. They have to survive after leaving the orphanage. The urban area is the key search target." Han Mochen continued.

"Understood, young master, I will arrange someone to do it when I get back." Zhuo Yuan said.

"Master, what about me? What should I do?" Zhuo Qiu turned his head, pointed at his nose and said excitedly.

"You don't need to do anything, go back to Han's house and wait for orders." Han Mochen glanced at Zhuo Qiu indifferently, without making any arrangements.

Now they are waiting here and there will be no results. These things have to be studied step by step.

Han Mochen was not a sharp-eyed person, after learning about the situation at the scene, he said directly, "Go back."

"Yes, sir."

When they came, it was Zhuo Qiu who drove the car, but now it is Zhuo Yuan butler who is driving.

Zhuo Qiu was sitting next to his father with a depressed and worried face, restless, muttering from time to time: "Those little guys, I don't know if there is anything wrong now..."

There was a big fire and heavy rain last night, was anyone injured?Where do you live at night?Are you full now?

Zhuo Qiu had all kinds of worries, but to no avail, he couldn't do anything to help.

When the car was approaching the gate of the Han's mansion, Zhuo Qiu saw that there seemed to be something wrong at the gate, so he said: "Master, the servant at the gate seems to be chasing someone away, he looks... like a little beggar."

After Zhuo Qiu said this, Han Mochen ignored him.

He sat in the back, still thinking about the fire in his mind, and didn't care about others at all.

……

At the entrance of Han's Mansion.

"Go, go! Go away! My young master will be back soon, you are stuck here, blocking my young master's way!"

That family member has seen too many beggars who come to Han's house to beg and use all kinds of means to win sympathy. There will be every once in a while these years.

So facing this little guy covered in bruises, he didn't feel cold at all. In his opinion, these horrific wounds were probably faked on purpose.

Seeing the black Rolls-Royce from a distance, the servant drove even harder: "The young master's car is back, you little bastard, get out of here!"

Hearing "Master's car is back", the tired eyes of a certain little beggar suddenly lit up.

With difficulty, he glanced at the black car that was slowly approaching him, and said in his heart: Damn, you can count on waiting for this cold-faced Buddha to come back!It's worth dying for!
(End of this chapter)