Reborn in the 90s, tearing apart scumbag men for the sake of women.

Upon hearing Song Lingge's words, Zhang Binbin tightened his grip on his travel bag, becoming even more wary.

Apart from his parents, no one knew he was being released from prison today.

"What...what did you do to my parents?" Zhang Binbin's voice trembled involuntarily.

Song Lingge sighed. The Zhang Binbin in front of her was completely different from the arrogant Zhang Binbin of two months ago. It was as if he had become a different person.

"What can I do to your parents? They're perfectly fine at home waiting for you!"

Zhang Binbin was so frightened that he took two steps back, but then he remembered that his parents were still with Song Ling, so he took a few more steps forward.

"Song Lingge, if you have a problem, come at me. Don't touch my parents."

Song Lingge rolled her eyes and laughed helplessly: "Can you stop making such a fuss? Am I some kind of shady character? And don't mess with your parents. I'm bringing fruit and gifts to visit them very politely, okay?"

Seeing Zhang Binbin's skeptical look, Song Lingge, wanting to be a good person to the end, continued to explain: "Use your rusty brain to think about it carefully. If it weren't for that, why would your parents tell me when you came out?"

"Why did you come to pick me up?" Zhang Binbin asked.

After all that rambling, let's finally get to the point.

"I have something to ask you, let's talk in the car."

Zhang Binbin was still somewhat hesitant, standing motionless outside the car.

Song Lingge had also lost patience with him and said impatiently, "I only came because your parents agreed to let me pick you up. If you don't get in the car now, I'm leaving. You've seen this place; it's incredibly remote. If you want to wait for a car, forget it! Besides, you're a grown man; do you think I'm going to eat you?"

Provoked, Zhang Binbin finally opened the car door, but it was the rear door.

"Hey, are you treating me like a driver?" Song Lingge shouted in dissatisfaction.

Zhang Binbin then gave up and returned to the passenger seat.

His awkward manner made Song Lingge glare at him. Although the passenger seat wasn't Qiao Nansheng's exclusive seat, it was mostly reserved for him.

We only let Zhang Binbin sit so we could ask him questions, but he's complaining about it now.

"How did you end up looking like this?" Song Lingge asked with disgust.

As soon as Zhang Binbin got into the car, she could smell a faint, sour odor that occasionally filled her nose.

Her question made Zhang Binbin very embarrassed.

Do I even need to ask? Don't you even know where he came from?

"Should I get off the bus?" Zhang Binbin's answer finally carried a hint of temper.

Song Lingge laughed: "That's more like it. The Zhang Binbin I remember wasn't the timid and hesitant guy he was just now."

Zhang Binbin then realized that Song Lingge had been deliberately provoking him.

"What do you want to ask?"

"Some time ago, Director Xia contacted me and asked me about Xia Jiaojiao's incident at Deyunlou that day."

"Director Xia took the initiative to contact you?" Zhang Binbin asked in surprise.

In his mind, Xia Mingyuan would never take the initiative to seek out Song Lingge. Had he forgotten the conflict between Xia Jiaojiao and Song Lingge?

"Why did you tell him that I sent you to Deyunlou? Why didn't you tell him that Fang Guanghua was also there that day?" Song Lingge asked bluntly.

Just be straightforward with Zhang Binbin.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Binbin's doubts were dispelled. It seemed that Song Lingge had indeed met and talked with Xia Mingyuan, otherwise she wouldn't have known about these things.

"Why else? I can't stand you, so I blame everything on you."

"You can't stand me? I've always found it strange. Even if you like Xia Jiaojiao, shouldn't you dislike the person she likes? Why would you hate me so much?"

A rival to your sweetheart should be an ally!

"I equally despise you high and mighty good students."

"I see," Song Lingge nodded in understanding. Just like his "hatred of the rich," Zhang Binbin "hatred of the excellent," no wonder he could hang out with Fang Guanghua.

Seeing that Song Lingge didn't speak, Zhang Binbin asked, "Are you trying to ask me how I can get along with Fang Guanghua if I hate good students?"

Song Lingge asked in surprise, "Huh? In your eyes, is he a good student?"

After Song Lingge finished speaking, she met Zhang Binbin's gaze, and both of them felt very awkward.

It seems that everyone has a different definition of a "good student".

“The teachers value him, he has excellent grades, and he’s doing very well at school. How can he not be considered a good student? Before you and Qiao Nansheng stood out a couple of years ago, Fang Guanghua was one of a kind in the school.”

So this is how other classmates described Fang Guanghua.

"So you think he's on the right track and approves of you, so you just follow his lead?"

"Don't put it so harshly. He and I are brothers, best buddies. Pfft, best buddies to hell. By the way, thank you!"

Zhang Binbin was referring to the fact that Song Lingge exposed Fang Guanghua's manipulation of him.

Perhaps it's not just about this.

In prison, Zhang Binbin had plenty of time to reflect on what had happened during that period, and even further back in time.

He then discovered that Fang Guanghua's manipulation of him went beyond what Song Lingge had pointed out. From the very beginning, their acquaintance had been driven by ulterior motives.

Zhang Binbin then realized with a start that he had been made a fool of all along. And this person was someone he considered his best brother—how ironic.

"You've been inside for so long, you should have figured out what kind of person he is by now, right?" Song Lingge asked.

Zhang Binbin didn't answer, but the previous hostility on his face was gone.

"Ask me whatever you want to ask!"

"Director Xia suspects there's something fishy about Xia Jiaojiao's death, you know that, right..."

"What did you say?" Zhang Binbin exclaimed, still grabbing Song Lingge's arm.

Song Lingge was startled and almost lost her grip on the steering wheel. Luckily, they were the only car on the road at that moment, otherwise, there would have been a serious accident.

"What are you doing? I'm driving! Are you out of your mind?" Song Lingge shouted, breaking out in a cold sweat.

The car that had just gone out of control had also frightened Zhang Binbin. He withdrew his hand and tried to remain calm.

"What did you just say? Say it again."

Song Lingge didn't reply to him immediately. Instead, she parked the car on a relatively spacious side of the road before speaking: "Don't you know? What did Director Xia say when he contacted you?"

"He said that Jiaojiao must have been framed, and of course I immediately pinned the blame on you. Then he asked for the details of that day and left. But what did you just say? What do you mean by saying that Jiaojiao's death was suspicious?"

Xia Mingyuan didn't tell the truth when he approached Zhang Binbin, which suggests that he didn't completely trust Zhang Binbin's words at that time.

However, Song Lingge felt that Zhang Binbin would not kill Xia Jiaojiao.

If it's him, then he's really good at pretending.

"Director Xia found a letter at home, in which he suspected that Xia Jiaojiao did not commit suicide."