Since then, I will not pay in vain

After Hua Zijiao dealt with Hua Ziqian's problem, he didn't go to Huasheng Group, but returned directly to the president's office.

He was in a bad mood.

As soon as he sat down in the office, Lengqing walked in with a folder in his hand.

"Mr. Hua, about Mrs. Jiang's situation in Haicheng this year, I have already investigated it clearly, and it has been recorded in detail in the document. Please have a look."

He handed the folder to Hua Zijiao with both hands.

When Hua Zijiao heard it, he quickly reached out to take it, and looked at it carefully.

"So after she returned to Haicheng, she collaborated with Jing Qingcang to create the picture of going up the river during the Qingming Festival." After a while, Hua Zijiao narrowed his eyes dangerously, raised his head, and spoke in a cold tone.

"Yes." Looking at Hua Zijiao's frost-covered face coldly, he replied cautiously.

"Are they very close? How far has it developed?" He suddenly asked angrily.

He was startled coldly, this, shouldn't he answer, he really didn't have the ability to figure out how far they had developed, so he shook his head with a mournful face, and replied in a low voice: "Mr. Hua, you should ask Miss Jiang personally. Bar."

"Forget it, let's go." Hua Zijiao suddenly realized that he had lost his composure and cared about these things that had nothing to do with work. He must have been mad by what happened just now before he was talking nonsense. He shook his hand immediately to let the coldness go.

He sighed and threw the folder aside when his phone rang.

When he saw that it was from his own mother Wu Xianglin, he asked him to go home immediately.

He looked gloomy, and after thinking about it, he picked up his briefcase and walked out.

Huayuan Meixiang Pavilion.

When Hua Zijiao drove back, the house was full of Hua Ziqian's crying, and he couldn't help frowning.

Wu Xianglin was applying medicine to Hua Ziqian's face. Looking at the clear finger prints on her daughter's face, she felt very distressed.

The door opened, and Hua Zijiao walked in.

"Zijiao." Wu Xianglin stood up, his face was very ugly, and Hua Ziqian's crying became more fierce.

"Take a good look at your sister's face, she is about to be beaten and disfigured." Wu Xianglin said angrily.

His tone was full of dissatisfaction with Hua Zijiao.

Hua Zijiao said coldly: "It deserves it."

"What? Zijiao, you actually said your sister deserved it?" Wu Xianglin looked at her son in surprise. At this moment, she felt that his son was very strange, and she seemed to be unable to understand him.

"Mom, do you know why your daughter was beaten? It's because she was too self-willed and too much. A girl's house brought two men to the cultural association's office in broad daylight. Who is she? Why do you do this? Who gave her this right?!" Hua Zijiao's face was covered with a thin layer of anger, and his tone was stern, "You should take good care of her, if this continues, she will only suffer .”

Wu Xianglin snorted disdainfully, and said disapprovingly: "So what? Those things are not sponsored by our Hua family. At worst, we can just buy a new set, but they shouldn't call your sister like this. Your sister is a girl." Son, face is the most important thing, not only does your brother not defend your own sister, but you even talk to outsiders, is there anyone like you?"

Hua Zijiao was stunned, he never thought that his own mother would be such an unreasonable person.

"Mom, it's wrong for others to beat her, so what about her beating others? Is that right? If your daughter is beaten, you feel distressed, but if other people's daughters are beaten, don't others feel distressed? Remember, she took the lead today. People who go to find trouble, if they don't have help from others, I don't know what they will be beaten by her now."