President, Mrs. is dancing on your grave with five little babies.

"Susu, I finally found you, are you alright?" Josie asked with concern.

That's right, the person who came was Josie.

He came here on a motorcycle, his shape was completely messed up, and his coat went to nowhere, leaving only a thin shirt.

The wind blew all the way, his whole body was icy cold, and the hand holding Qin Su was like an ice cave.

Qin Su shivered from the ice, and finally came back to her senses, "I'm fine, Senior Brother Qiao Xi, I came here with Huo Hangzhi by myself, we agreed, we'll make a deal today."

Made a break?

Josie wanted to ask something, but Zhou Zheng also got out of the car at this moment.

Seeing Josie, she put her hands on her hips angrily, "Doctor Josie, how dare you complain to Miss Qin, I did hit you, but why did I hit you, don't you know the reason?"

It's fine to scold Master Huo, and say that Master Huo's child deserves to die.

Beating Josie is a light meal!

Josie lowered her head, "I never said that."

"How could it be possible that you didn't say it? If you didn't say it, then why would Miss Qin know." Zhou Zheng didn't believe it at all.

Qin Su chimed in, "He really didn't say that, I found out by myself, Zhou Tezhu, beating someone is wrong, no matter what the reason is."

"But!" Zhou Zheng really wanted to explain the reason again, but thinking that today was the child's seventh day and also a funeral, he still held back.

This day is already enough to make Qin Su sad, and saying those things by herself is tantamount to stabbing a knife in Qin Su's heart.

Just as she was thinking about it, Josie said again, "So it's here. I heard that Mr. Huo prepared a funeral for that child. Susu, since you're all here, let's go and have a look."

that kid...

Qin Su subconsciously lowered her head and glanced at her tightly covered stomach.

Although the child is not dead, in order not to make Huo Hangzhi and Zhou Zheng suspicious, let's take a look.

"Then wait a minute, I'll wake Master Huo." Zhou Zheng said.

Qin Su stopped him, "No need, we can go up and have a look by ourselves. I don't want to appear in front of the child's tombstone with the murderer who killed my child."

"But..." Zhou Zheng hesitated, "After all, this is the funeral prepared by Lord Huo."

It's not appropriate for Mr. Huo not to go, right?

"Didn't you say that he hasn't had a good rest for several days? Just let him stay. Anyway, it won't start at this time. When he wakes up, he will naturally come up to us." Qin Su said.

"Okay." Zhou Zheng thought about it, and nodded in agreement.

He accompanied Qin Su and Josie up the mountain.

"Brother, why did you come here with a motorcycle? Where did you get it?" Qin Su asked with concern.

Josie replied, "I was originally driving. I saw that the motorcycle was faster on the way, so I changed it with someone else. Fortunately, I changed, otherwise I would not be able to catch up with you."

There was a bit of joy and nervousness in his voice, "Susu, what did Huo Hangzhi and Zhou Zheng tell you?"

"I didn't say anything. We just made a simple deal. As long as I follow him to this cemetery, he will agree to all my demands. In this way, I will be free."

As Qin Su said, she smiled at Josie again, "Brother, this way we don't have to hide, and we can leave here in an open and honest manner."

"That's great," Josie's eyes narrowed slightly. "I think so too. It would be great if we can leave here in a fair and honest manner without worrying about Huo Hangzhi chasing us."