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In a split-second, Jin Weiwei's nose turned sour, and an urge to cry surfaced in her mind.

In the end, Jin Weiwei held back the corners of his mouth, and endured. There were others here, it would be too embarrassing if they cried.

Cheng Yu was startled, he felt that the man beside Jin Weiwei was a little different, the cold aura around him was extremely similar to that of a superior cultivator.

"I'm back."

Little Rich Son stroked Jin Weiwei's back, lowered his head and kissed Jin Weiwei's head, as he softly said that.

"Next time if you leave so long, I really don't want you anymore. I'll find another man and put on a hat no matter how tall you are!"

Jin Weiwei punched Little Rich Son's chest. In the end, he was unable to endure, and dropped two golden beans.

Little Rich Son's face darkened, and pressed the person closer to him: "You dare!"

Jin Weiwei sniffed and wiped his mucus off before raising his head: "How did you get in here?"

"Just like that."

Isn't this nonsense?

Oh... She had almost forgotten that Little Rich Son's identity was that of a prince.

"Sir Wang, let's talk."

Little Rich Son's gentle gaze turned cold the moment she left Jin Weiwei.

Wang Hai subconsciously took a step back, and his spine unconsciously bent.

After that, yamen runner brought Wang Hai out of this place, and Little Rich Son followed along.

Cheng Yu squinted his eyes, as he suspected Little Rich Son's identity.

"Madame Jin, who is your husband?"

Jin Weiwei's eyes flashed twice. What should he do? Should she tell Cheng Yu? She always felt that Little Rich Son's identity was too dangerous and she accidentally attracted her enemies.

"He's just an ordinary person like me."

Jin Weiwei revealed a smile, his two exposed canines looking extremely sincere.

Yes, regardless of Little Rich Son's identity, in her eyes, he was her only Little Rich Son.

Cheng Yu could not help but feel bitterness in his heart, what else could he hope for, or hope that Jin Weiwei had nothing to discuss with him? Wasn't he also deceiving Jin Weiwei?

Not long after, Wang Hai came back, and only looked at Jin Weiwei with a changed expression. Jin Weiwei raised his eyebrows and rubbed his nose, it can't be that Little Rich Son had told Wang Hai his identity, right?

To be honest, she didn't know who Little Rich Son's real identity was, she only knew that the few people beside him called him prince.

"Weiwei."

As she was lost in thought, Little Rich Son's voice sounded from above her head. Raising her head, she felt that a very good letter had appeared in her hands.

Jin Weiwei looked and touched it, and it still felt a little hard, what was inside?

"Keep it safe."

With that, Little Rich Son left the dungeon, Jin Weiwei curled his lips across the cell's fence.

Opening the envelope, an exquisite and exquisite hairpin slipped out. The deep blue color it revealed seemed extremely mysterious and grand. Jin Weiwei's eyes lit up.

And there was this workmanship that made the price pretty expensive. As a money grubber, she was forgiven for thinking of money instead of money when she saw the hairpin.

As the saying goes, money is not omnipotent, but no money is impossible.

Cheng Yu looked at Jin Weiwei with the wrong eyes, and when she hugged something as she laughed foolishly, she couldn't help but smile, maybe only in front of that man, would she be able to smile so happily.

Wang Hai's heart was thrown into turmoil. He never would have thought that the person running errands for Jin Weiwei was actually the only son of the Regent, Ji Jingzhi.

Thinking back to what Ji Jingzhi had just said to him, he still had not reacted.

"..."

When Little Rich Son left the town hall, he first went to the Jin's Rice & Noodles Shop, only to see a group of commoners surrounding him with their Jin's Rice & Noodles Shop, continuously throwing away the various pieces of junk in their hands.

Little Rich Son frowned, and squeezed through the crowd into the shop.

"Close the door."

The sudden appearance of Little Rich Son stunned all the servants in the shop. In the end, Yuan Bao was the first to react: "If Wei … When the boss comes back and sees that the store is closed, she will be very sad. "

Little Rich Son raised his head, shot him a glance, and coldly said: "The door is closed."

His voice was as cold as a frosty moon in an icehouse, chilling people's hearts.

With a servant unable to withstand Little Rich Son's pressure, he stepped forward to close the door. Everyone knew, Little Rich Son was the boss's man, they all knew in their hearts who he was supposed to listen to.

Yuan Bao's face turned cold, the killing intent released was not much weaker than Little Rich Son's.

"If someone were to tear down the store …"

Little Rich Son suddenly let out a cold laugh as he turned his head to look at the ingot. The vortex in his eyes gave the ingot a sense of dread.

"Weiwei will be even more hurt."

Yuan Bao was startled. Hearing the shouts from outside, as well as hearing the smelly eggs and broken leaves that were constantly hitting the door, it seemed like … What he said made sense.

Seeing that the ingot was silent, the servants did not say a word. Normally, this ingot was also very scary, so they all listened to him.

"Wait for Weiwei to come out."

After throwing that sentence, Little Rich Son went out the back door.

Everyone looked at each other, feeling extremely uneasy. Their master had been captured by the government and they might not be able to return. When the time came, they would have to hand it over to the government, and life would not be so easy there.

Furthermore, a master like Jin Weiwei was extremely good. They would reward him for his good work, and they did not want anything bad to happen to him.

In less than two days of effort, Xu Ziqi had brought his men to the place where Wang Hai was "storing the food for the disaster".

Jin's Rice & Noodles Shop was also suspected to have food hidden in them. Xu Ziqi's men brought people here to investigate and found some food on the third floor of Jin's Rice & Noodles Shop.

"What is this?"

The leading yamen runner looked at Yuan Bao viciously. In the past few days, they had already shown off their might, those who died could be described as alive while those who died could be described as white.

yamen runner who was speaking fell in love with this feeling too.

Yuanbao coldly looked at him, took out an account book, and disdainfully laughed, "These are all recorded in the storehouse. Does Master Guan want to check them?"

"What kind of account book is this!" "I suspect that there's something wrong with all the rice noodles in your house. Men! Arrest all the people and bring them back for interrogation!"

"Try it!"

Yuan Bao threw the account book and looked at yamen runner as if he was looking at a dead man.

yamen runner shook twice, and beads of perspiration appeared on his forehead. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and realized that he was part of the government, how could he be scared by a mere servant!

"Wh-what are you all doing?!" Hurry up and take them away! "

"I want to see who dares!"

Before the yamen runner could finish speaking, another group of yamen runner barged in from the entrance, led by a very imposing group.

When the yamen runner saw him, he was immediately terrified. He quickly bowed and said: "Constable Zhou."

"You little rascal, you can do it!" Did he think that he would be able to tell who was in the wrong just by following the county magistrate without checking the accounts? Who gave you the guts! "

Constable Zhou was an old yamen runner who was brought up by a new messenger, Feng Cen. His kung fu was good and upright, so these people were all a little afraid of Constable Zhou.