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Sky One Detective.

After Bing'er entered the room, Grandma Lu followed behind her, looking like she wanted to say something but was unable to.

Bing'er knew that Grandma Lu wanted to know what methods they had to get Lu Zhao out of trouble, but Grandma Lu didn't want to ask. However, ZhiNing had said that she could not tell anyone that she was going to the Prime Minister's estate in case any unnecessary troubles arose. Thinking of this, Bing'er stood up and turned around to look at Grandma Lu.

Grandma Lu kept her head down and didn't notice that Bing'er had stopped. When she came back to her senses, she nearly bumped into Bing'er.

"Young Master Liu, I'm sorry." Grandma Lu hurriedly apologized to Bing'er.

Bing'er smiled faintly at Lu Zhan, "Grandma Lu, you can rest assured that I will do my best to help Lu Zhao get rid of his guilt. As for what I'm going to do, I can't tell you, I hope you can understand me, because what I'm going to do tomorrow, the less people know about it, the better."

Grandma Lu looked up at Bing'er, her eyes full of trust, "Mister Liu, I trust you." They had already done so much for Lu Zhao, so of course she trusted them.

"Grandma Lu, it's already very late, so you should rest early." Bing-Er smiled at the old woman and turned around to walk back to her own room.

The next day.

The sky was bright, and the warm sunlight shone through the window into the room. It was so bright that Bing'er had to open her eyes.

She rubbed her eyes that hadn't woken up, and reluctantly got up from the bed. Today was her last day to have a good night's sleep, she really didn't want to get up!

As soon as she opened her eyes, she could smell the strong aroma of rice wafting into her nose. Bing'er almost drooled. She quickly got up from the bed, put on her clothes, and ran to the front hall. Sure enough, Grandma Lu had prepared a table full of delicious food for her.

One after another, colorful and fragrant dishes fell on the table, causing Bing-Er to only drool.

When Grandma Lu walked into the kitchen, she saw Young Master Liu. His clothes were untidy and his hair was a bit messy. He was standing at the table, staring at the dishes on the table. Saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth.

Seeing how cute Young Master Liu was, Grandma Lu couldn't help but laugh. She placed the dish on the table and smiled at Bing'er, "Young Master Liu, quickly wash your hands, we're going to eat."

After eating to the point where Bing'er was full, Grandma Lu's cooking skills were not limited to anything; her taste was perfect.

Bing-Er covered her belly, still looking at the dishes on the table reluctantly, "Grandma Lu, your cooking skills are really good!" What she said was the truth. Grandma Lu's cooking skills were definitely not worse than modern chefs.

After breakfast, Bing-Er packed a small bag and walked to the hall.

In the front hall, the landlady sat at the table, her hands nervously intertwined on the table. A look of concern about the nearsightedness of the eyes.

Bing'er carried her backpack and walked up to Grandma Lu, squatting down and looking up at her. She said solemnly, "Grandma Lu, don't worry. I'll definitely reunite you and Lu Zhao."

Grandma Lu's warm hands held onto Bing'er's small hands tightly, and she nodded in relief, "I believe in you, you will definitely be able to do it!"

"Grandma Lu, take care of yourself while I'm gone!" Bing-Er was still worried about Grandma Lu.

"Don't worry, I will come here often to visit Grandma Lu." ZhiNing said to Bing'er while wearing her police uniform.

"Didn't you say that you were going to visit the patron today?" Bing-Er was curious about Zhining's appearance at her place. Because Zhining had once said that for her safety, from today onwards, if they could not see each other, they would not see each other.

ZhiNing smiled faintly at Bing'er. "I came here to investigate a case. I was just passing by."

Bing-Er twitched her mouth. She knew she wouldn't come here to see her on purpose.

"I should go." Bing'er carried her backpack and stood up from the low mountain. With Zhining to take care of Grandma Lu, she felt much more at ease.

Grandma Lu stood up from her chair, looking at Bing'er with worry all over her face. She said, "Be careful, child." Although she didn't know what method Sir Liu had to help Lu Zhao, she felt that what Mister Liu wanted to do next would be dangerous.

Grandma Lu said, "Child." Bing'er's heart was deeply warmed. Her nose was sour, and her tears almost fell. She didn't expect that after coming here, other than Zhining and Sihan, there was also Grandma Lu who truly cared about her. She paused for a moment as she walked forward. "Don't worry, Grandma Lu." As she spoke, she looked towards Zhining, this sentence not only for Grandma Lu but also for Zhining. With that, she stepped out of Tianyi.

Right now, the first thing she needed to worry about was whether she could sneak into the Prime Minister's residence.

ZhiNing stood behind Bing'er looking at her back, and only when Bing'er's back had completely disappeared from her sight did she withdraw her sight.

Bing-Er carried her bag and walked all the way to the door of the Prime Minister's Palace. There were a lot of people standing around the door, so she pushed her way to the front of the crowd, "Hey, what are you trying to squeeze in? With your looks, the Prime Minister doesn't want you. If you look ugly, don't come out and scare people, alright? "

The man's voice sounded so sudden that Bing-Er felt angry. She put her hands on her hips. He turned around and looked at the man who had just mocked her. "You!" The man standing in front of Bing-Er was a tall and fierce man. He looked at her with displeasure and anger in his eyes.

Bing-Er had wanted to argue with the man in front of her. It wasn't her fault that she was ugly. Could she not walk out?

However, the man in front of her was so tall that he could almost hold her, and his chest muscles and biceps were very well-developed. After Bing'er said the word "you", she moved to the side to give the tall man a spot, and then flattered him, "You should stand here." A good woman does not take advantage of the situation and takes a step back to expand her horizons. This was her most famous saying.

The man glanced at Bing'er disdainfully, and then he stood in front of Bing'er to protect her. Bing'er wanted to flare up, but she wasn't a match for the man in front of her. How she wished that someone would suddenly appear and chase away the man in front of her!

"Brother, you're blocking my line of sight." A beautiful and dignified voice entered Bing-Er's ears.

Bing'er turned her head to look at the source of the voice. She subconsciously held her arms, and the man who spoke was none other than the man she had kidnapped the other day, the one who had entered the Prime Minister's Palace. This man was currently at the gate of the Prime Minister's Estate.

Bing-Er quickly turned her head away from the man, afraid that he would recognize her. However, she looked at him from the corner of her eyes. He was dressed well, with long black hair that was tied up with a hairpin.

Firm and stylish, with thick eyebrows and handsome eyes, a strong nose, and thin, sexy lips. Bing-Er twitched her mouth. [He is the legendary guy, but he is just a eunuch!]

The tall man turned around and looked at the man behind him, his eyes filled with disdain. He looked provocatively at the man in bright clothes. "What can your elder do if he stands here?"

The well-dressed man was not angry, but smiling instead. His thin lips raised into a pretty smile. It was very charming, but Bing'er was not enchanted by it, because she would not be enchanted by a eunuch.

The tall man fearlessly looked at the well-dressed man. His eyes seemed to say, "What can you do to me?"

The man in bright clothes looked at the tall man with an incomparably cold expression. His body emitted a faint cold air. When the tall man saw the cold eyes of the well-dressed man, his heart immediately stopped beating. This man's eyes were too sharp, as if he could take his life in the blink of an eye. He hurriedly withdrew his gaze from the well-dressed man.