About half a day later.
It was easy to find out where the little guy had gone and who he had met.
After all, there was someone who had followed him all the time.
Soon it was found out what happened to his swollen face and grievance.
"Okay, I see."
Han Che hung up the phone with a long face.
"I've found it out."
Song Yao had been not leaving. For one thing, there was no one to take care of Han Che now. It was Han Che who protected her again.
For another reason, it was that the rain hadn't stopped yet, and the An Village was in a mudflow. As the buyer, she had the responsibility to stay here.
"What happened?" Sitting on the side of the road, Song Yao had been in the car for the past two days. Now leaning against the car, she really felt tired. She was sleepy and almost fell asleep.
Han Che pursed his lips and kept silent for a few seconds before he said indifferently, "Song Xinyue." "It's her?"
How dare she hit Han Hao!