Rebirth of a Rich Family: The Actor's Little Wife

Chapter 48 No. 85 Qingping Road

Peng Lili watched everyone's dictation while walking, and when she walked to Xia Xiaoai's side, she knocked on the table to remind her not to be distracted.Xia Xiaoai tried her best to shake off the things in her head, but she still couldn't concentrate.

She didn't write any of the twenty words, and finally handed in only a set of Chinese characters.This group of Chinese characters fell into the eyes of Gao Yueqian. After class, he saw that she was restless, and asked, "Xiao Ai, what's wrong with you? Did you not rest last night?"

"Maybe." Xia Xiaoai wrote the group of Chinese characters in the notebook again, staring at it: No. 85, Qingping Road.

It seems to be an address.

Why did the address pop up in my head?Just as she was thinking, the head teacher told her to go up.Xia Xiaoai put down her notes and walked to the desk from the last row.

Xia Xiaoai walked up to Peng Lili, and the students below all looked up at her. Peng Lili coughed to signal them to do their own thing, and then asked, "You didn't write a single word, did you go back and memorize it yesterday?"

"back"

"Then why not write?"

"I was too nervous at the moment, so I didn't write."

"Come to the office at noon to dictate, is it clear?"

Xia Xiaoai returned to her seat and continued to think about the problem. After Peng Lili finished correcting her homework, she began to talk about new content. Gao Yuegan was afraid that she would be distracted and gently pushed her elbow, so Xia Xiaoai recovered and continued to listen to the class.

At noon, she went to the office to dictate words before she had time to eat. When she came out, she met Shen Yi leaning against the wall in the corridor. She passed by him and walked as far as possible. She didn't want to have any contact with him.

The little move fell into Shen Yi's eyes. He didn't ask her anything, but he saw that she had been distracted in class just now, and he was afraid that she might have something on her mind.He followed her silently until she stopped, turned around and said coldly: "Don't follow me, thank you!"

"Where are you going?"

"There is no need to report to you!"

Taking advantage of the sufficient lunch break, Xia Xiaoai found out that Shen Yi hadn't followed, and found the navigation to No. 85 Street, Qingping Road.The street here is very remote, bluestone road, the houses along the street are dirty and messy, a bit like the place I visited last time.When she walked to No. 85, she froze in place.

Isn't this Zuo Zhiling's home?

She didn't know why she was brought here, but she had already come here, and she felt very awkward if she didn't go in to find out.

The front door was closed, and Xia Xiaoai went around to the backyard. There was a half-open door in the backyard. She was thin and small, and she could just get in through the crack of the door.The backyard was full of broken copper and iron, cold and damp, she walked to a small dilapidated house and took a casual look, and was shocked by the people inside.

That's not Pang Da Shan!

Why is Pang Dashan in his house?Could it be that he was the one who took Pang Dashan away that day?Or was it all planned by him?Xia Xiaoai stood at the door, her head in a mess like a paste.

Pang Dashan was tied to a chair and sat, his hands and feet were locked, and he was sluggish.Xia Xiaoai wanted to go in and ask for clarification, but as soon as she touched the lock, she heard footsteps coming towards her.

Xia Xiaoai looked around and found a backpack to hide in. She quickly picked up the things and squatted in the corner, and a slender figure walked past her.

Zuo Zhiling held a small bag of things in his hand, and he opened the lock to enter the dilapidated house very lightly.Pang Dashan raised his head slowly after hearing the voice. He hadn't eaten for several days, his mouth was dry and cracked, and he found it difficult to swallow his saliva.

"Please, let me go." He tried his best to raise his tired eyes, his eyes longing, the short seven words were like the last words of a dying old man.

(End of this chapter)