The soul is in the body of the victim, and the resentment value system is upgraded

After listening to what the proprietress said, Wu Zishan had an idea in his mind.

He continued without changing his expression:

"I originally wanted to invite Miss Qingyu to dinner to thank her for her vision, but now it seems that it is not necessary."

Li Qingyu escaped from Wu Zishan's military camp and immediately found a place to stay.

As for Osmanthus House, it was just a hiding place for her to disguise her identity.

In order to avenge Xiao Wanxin, she informed the proprietress in advance in order to completely give up this identity.

Wu Zishan saw the boss lady's surprised look, and it didn't seem like she was hiding something, so he asked again:

"Boss lady, do you know where Qingyu lives? Does he have any relatives?"

The proprietress seemed to be thinking about Wu Zishan's question.

She just thought that this rich young man had taken a fancy to the girl selling rouge and was here to inquire about her background.

Then, she rolled her eyes and said:

"Qingyu has no father or mother, but I heard that she has a good sister who is beautiful and married a rich man a while ago. I don't know anything else."

After hearing this, Wu Zishan also understood the relationship between the two.

That good sister should be Xiao Wanxin!

It seems that the relationship between the two is extraordinary and as close as sisters.

Just as Wu Zishan was thinking, the proprietress spoke again.

"By the way, Qingyu said her sister ran into some trouble, so she had to go take care of her and wouldn't be back for a while, so she asked me to hire someone else. Our Qingyu, don't look like she doesn't like to smile, she's very capable!"

The proprietress praised Wu Zishan a lot, but she didn't know that Wu Zishan had no other thoughts.

He nodded and said regretfully:

"Thank you, Madam Boss. In that case, I'll leave you an address. If you have any news about Miss Qingyu, please let me know immediately. I will definitely give you a generous gift as a thank you!"

After Wu Zishan finished speaking, he took out a folded paper from his arms. There were some ink marks on the back of the paper. It seemed that this man came prepared.

The proprietress reached out and took the paper. Her eyes darkened as she watched Wu Zishan leave.

Lin Meng took advantage of the sky before it got dark and finally arrived at the junction after a bumpy ride.

In fact, she was also on guard everywhere, fearing that she would be caught by Wu Tianqin's men, but vaguely, she also felt the protection of someone in the dark.

So, in order to prevent those who were protecting her from getting hurt, she had to pretend nothing happened.

At the critical point, Lin Meng reined in the horse, and the horse quickly stopped.

"Thank you all for seeing me off all the way. Please come out and see me!"

Lin Meng's voice is not as delicate as other women's. Her tone is full of the carefreeness of a woman of the world.

When Tielang heard her words, he rode his horse slowly out of the forest.

"Ms. Lin is indeed worthy of her reputation!"

Lin Meng looked at the person in front of him. Wasn't this the simple person in Taolin Town at that time?

I haven't seen him for a long time, and I didn't expect that he has become bigger.

"Don't dare to take it! Don't dare to take it!"

Lin Meng is very rational. She never gets carried away by people's praise because she knows that living a good life is the essence of happiness.

Tielang smiled slightly. In his heart, he had already decided that the person in front of him would be his future wife.

"Miss Lin, we will send you here. It is getting late. Please return home as soon as possible and be sure to pay attention to your safety."

Tielang's words reminded Lin Meng that she had to go back quickly.

Lin Meng clasped her fists, looking like a heroic woman.

Tielang saw the highest etiquette in the martial arts world, so he returned the favor.

Watching her figure disappearing into the distance, he led everyone and turned around and disappeared in the wind.