Pregnant wife ran away with ball, CEO chased her to the crematorium

"But because you were worried about me, I drove here directly. Are you relieved? Brother will be fine."

Fang Qingman nodded, and the mother and daughter walked into the villa.

Fang Qingman took off his coat and handed it to the servant.

She seemed a little tired and asked the servant to bring her a bottle of ice water.

"Mom, why do you look so tired?"

"I went dancing, so I'm tired. My daughter, go to bed. Mom is going back to the room."

"Okay, Mom, take a good rest."

Zhuang Xinyan went upstairs. After arriving in the room, she locked the door, walked into the bathroom, took out her mobile phone and called Zhuang Chengyuan.

"Xinyuan, how are you? Is there any news over there?"

"Brother, don't worry. I will find a way from my mother's side. I will let you know when I have news. You can look for Ms. Han first. If you can find something better, if you can't find it, I will I will also try to trick my mother, or find some other clues."

Zhuang Chengyuan sighed, "Okay then. Xinyuan, I'll leave it to you."

"I know, I will."

After hanging up the phone, Zhuang Xinyuan came out and waited silently.

Until midnight, Zhuang Xinyuan washed her face with cold water to wake herself up, and then quietly opened the door.

She came to Fang Qingman's room, carefully opened a crack in the door, and reached inside.

The room was dark, but the moonlight outside the window was bright, and the silhouette could be vaguely seen.

Zhuang Xinyuan clicked on the screen of her mobile phone to let the brightness on the screen illuminate the room. She did not turn on the flashlight of her mobile phone, fearing that the light would be too dazzling and wake her mother up. She only used the weak light on the screen to search in the room.

Finally, Zhuang Xinyuan found a mobile phone on the bedside table, with the screen attached to the table.

Zhuang Xinyan carefully took the phone over and clicked on the screen. There was a fingerprint lock on the screen.

Zhuang Xinyan glanced at her mother on the bed, she was sleeping soundly, so she approached the window, knelt on the carpet, and gently approached Fang Qingman.

She raised her mother's thumb to unlock it.

As if he felt a movement, Fang Qingman shrank his fingers and turned around.

Zhuang Xinyuan wiped the cold sweat from her head, and walked around to the other side of the bed. The bed was very big, and her mother was sleeping in the middle. She could only sit on the bed, lay down close to her, and gently put her mother's thumb on her. Pressing lightly on the phone screen, this time it finally succeeded.

After unlocking the phone screen, Zhuang Xinyuan immediately lay down on the ground, clicked on the phone and checked the messages inside.

She discovered that her mother had made multiple calls to an unknown number, but had not communicated with this number through any text messages.

There are no suspicious chat records on WeChat.

Zhuang Xinyuan took out her mobile phone and took a photo of the unfamiliar number.

Then, she clicked on the photo album.Wanted to see if there was any news.

A photo in the album almost made Zhuang Xinyan's head explode.

In the photo, a woman was tied there, her clothes were disheveled, her bloody mouth was stuffed with a waterfall, and she fell to the ground dying, her appearance could not be distinguished.

Zhuang Xinyuan covered her trembling lips and immediately took the photo.

After doing all this, she put the phone back to its place and left her mother's room quietly.

Perhaps because she was too panicked and was shocked by the photo, when Zhuang Xinyuan walked to the door, she accidentally stumbled and fell to the ground with a bang.

She was startled, got up quickly, and ran back to her room.