Chapter 87: 87

Chapter 87: Fake, fake

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Wen Muchu hung up the phone and glanced at Lan Jing thoughtfully, ” “You can go back by yourself. I have something urgent to attend to, so I can’t send you. Remember to call me when you reach school.”

He immediately told the driver to stop the car.

The chauffeur’s car had yet to come to a complete stop when Wen Muchu impatiently reached out to twist the doorknob and was about to get out.

“Do you not want to live anymore?” the driver was so shocked that his face changed.

Lan Jing was also shocked and she quickly grabbed Wen Muchu’s hand.

“It’s not easy to get a taxi here. Since we’re in a hurry, we’ll go to your house first. I’m fine. I’ve liked to take the bus since I was young, especially at night, so please satisfy my request.” She said this in a coquettish manner and shook his hand.

Wen Muchu looked at her charming little face and his wide palm unconsciously held her hand.

His eyes flickered slightly, and he looked a little hesitant.

LAN Xin’s heart was as anxious as a cat’s paw. She was worried that something would really happen to his parents and sister.

They were his most important family members. She remembered that in her previous life, although his adoptive parents ‘family was poor, they had all treated him very well. For more than ten years, they had doted on him like their own son.

The love of a father, the love of a mother, the warmth of a family, he did not lose anything. It was all given to Wen Muchu by them.

Lan Jing grabbed his hand tightly and pressed him down to sit down. She then closed the car door and asked Wen Muchu for his home address.

Wen Muchu hesitated for a moment. The situation at home was too urgent, so he had to give the address.

To her surprise, this place was very close to the Wen family home. Within ten minutes, they arrived at a residential area.

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This place was a little remote, and most of the residents were Ling city’s locals.

Because it was a residential area, every family had a house that was a few stories high. Therefore, some locals would rent the extra houses out. Therefore, the people here were mixed with the good and the bad, and there was no guarantee of safety.

The taxi stopped and Wen Muchu paid the driver. He turned around and was about to tell Lan Jing to go home early when she opened the car door with her walking stick and stood outside.

Wen Muchu frowned as he took their school bags and got off the car.

“You should hurry back. Why did you come down?”

“I’m a little thirsty, can I ask for a glass of water from your house?” Lan Xiao giggled and licked the corners of her lips. She squinted her eyes and pleaded.

Wen Muchu’s gaze fell on her lips. They were a little dry and there were some places that were covered in skin.

bang! suddenly, a loud sound was heard, and the neighbors were so shocked that they all ran out of their houses.

Then, the faint sound of crying could be heard from the room on the third floor.

Someone saw Wen Muchu and quickly shouted, ” “little chu, something happened at your house. you should go back quickly. There are a few tall and strong people here, your sister and mother are scared, you should go back quickly!”

yeah, we don’t know what happened either. We asked your sister to call the police, but she refused and kept hemming and hawing. We don’t know how to help either.

Wen Muchu’s expression changed and he turned around to leave. Suddenly, he thought of something and turned back again without a word. He picked up the basket and quickly rushed into a half-old residential building nearby.

There were no elevators in the old residential building. Wen Muchu did not even pant as he ran up to the third floor with the basket.

When she reached the corridor and was close to the Wen family home, Lan Jing could hear the howls of a few men mixed with the helpless cries of a woman.

“You stinky woman, you took a broken thing and vowed that it was a good thing. I f * cking took that broken thing to an antique shop to sell. The appraisal consultant only took one look and told me that it was a fake.”

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