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After slowing down for a bit, she said in a small voice: "Haozhe, your mother was the killer, and's mother and your mother were pregnant at the same time. In the end, Ji Cheng was born first, so your mother was afraid that Ji Cheng would inherit your father's company.

Actually, back then, at Han Yao's hometown, Nanfeng Haozhe's heart had always had a bad premonition. But, as a biological son, he really didn't want to take the initiative to suspect your own mother.

After Jiang Ruxue finished speaking, she coldly laughed twice, turned around, and walked out of the office while chuckling.

With that, Jiang Ruxue turned and left.

Ling Ling carried the coffee and walked into the office. Nanfeng Haozhe's eyes were filled with hostility and killing intent, as if he would explode with rage at any moment.

This gaze was truly terrifying.

If looks could kill, Ling Ling would be lying on the ground motionlessly.

"CEO..."

Ling Ling tremblingly placed the coffee on the table, and carefully asked: "Is it, is there something …"

"You talk too much!"

Nanfeng Haozhe looked at the coffee, picked up the cup, stirred the cup a few times, and then drank it all in one breath, as if he was drinking water.

"Bang!"

The cup smashed onto the table, and the remaining blood stains leaked out, splattering all over the table. Ling Ling quickly grabbed the cup anxiously.

"I still need to go out for a bit. I'm not sure about the details for the next few days. As for the company's matters, you handle them first. If you encounter any urgent calls, just give me the email."

"This …"

Ling Ling still wanted to say something, but Nanfeng Haozhe's eyes caused her to obediently close her mouth.

That afternoon, Nanfeng Haozhe packed a few sets of clothes. Facing the mist, looking at the weather forecast and holding onto the plane ticket, he flew straight to the neighboring city.

Actually, the next city might be the one next door, but because the distance was too far, coupled with the fact that the next city's development wasn't too good, it would take 7 hours to get there by train.

On the plane, Nanfeng Haozhe massaged his temples, as his mind constantly played back Jiang Ruxue's words.

"Ladies and gentlemen, our plane has begun its descent."

The air stewardess' voice was especially sweet, but Nanfeng Haozhe didn't feel anything even after listening to his. He mechanically took out his mobile phone and checked the time.

It was six o'clock.

I'm afraid he came late today.

Ye Zichen took out his phone and ordered a hotel.

Nanfeng Haozhe was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, wearing sunglasses as he carried a small box and quickly headed towards the exit of the airport.

The hotel's private car was waiting outside the airport. When Nanfeng Haozhe got on the car, the reporters behind him realised, the person who just walked past was Nanfeng Haozhe?

As such, everyone rushed forward like a swarm of bees.

However, the hotel's car had already shot out at the speed of an arrow.

"Du, du, du … …"

Just as Nanfeng Haozhe heaved a sigh of relief, the phone in his pocket rang.

The jubilant bell sound trembled in his bag. Nanfeng Haozhe took out his phone and took a look, it was actually Han Yao who called.

He had gone out for so many days. It had been so long since they last saw each other. Had she finally remembered him?

Nanfeng Haozhe sarcastically curled his lips and hung up the phone.

Since her heart was always thinking of other men, then she would think of them properly. He had more important things to investigate right now. If he did not investigate thoroughly, Nanfeng Haozhe would not be able to face Han Yao.

"Du, du, du … …"

The phone rang again. Nanfeng Haozhe immediately shut it down without even looking at it.

The speed at which the private car was delivered was fast, so he directly sent Nanfeng Haozhe to the courtyard of the hotel and even specifically told him the room number. Nanfeng Haozhe looked at the hotel's environment and leaned his back against the mountain, facing the river. The environment was quiet and peaceful, it really was a good place.

The lush green trees grew on the mountain behind him, but Nanfeng Haozhe was not in the mood to appreciate them.

Nanfeng Haozhe walked to the front desk and revealed his room card as he asked simply:

"The temple on the mountain, when is the temple door closed?"