After Song Yaoyao finished stabbing, she sat next to Guo Xiaorong's body and exhaled her breath.

"Come here quickly and deal with it. Why are you still sitting in a daze? Can you teach you this by my mother?"

Zhang Baonuan walked over, and suddenly he saw Guo Xiaorong's eyes move...

"Ah!..." Zhang Bao fainted on the ground with a scream.

"Waste!" Song Yaoyao's eyes turned pale and Zhang Bao stood up, walked into the bathroom, washed away the blood on her body, and put on her clothes quickly.

Walk out and pick up the fruit knife and wash off the fingerprints and put them in Zhang Bao's hand.

"Hmph, this is your dog biting, no matter what I do." Song Yaoyao waved her hair casually and prepared to open the door and walk out.

“それはではないか.(Is that so?)”

A man's voice appeared coldly in the secret room.

Song Yaoyao turned her head in panic and found no one.

"Bang"

The door was opened again, and a Japanese man with messy clothes and blood appeared in front of him.

Song Yaoyao looked carefully and recalled this person.

This person was one of the guests who had dinner with Guo Xiaorong yesterday. What Guo Xiaorong talked to him about how to smuggle a batch of national treasure-level cultural relics from China to Japan.

Song Yaoyao knew his name, Hondao Ichiro. Because she also knew a little Japanese, she even chatted with Hondao Ichiro in Japanese.

"Sir, are you?"

Song Yaoyao was completely calmed down at this moment.

"Miss Song, I think we can calm down and talk now."

Host Ichiro walked over and sat on the sofa beside the coffee table.

Song Yaoyao hesitated and sat down on the sofa opposite the host Ichiro.

"What do you want to do?"

Song Yaoyao asked calmly.

"I don't want to do anything, but I don't know what's going on here."

Host Ichiro put his hand on the edge of the sofa.

"What do you want me to do for you?"

A sneer appeared on the corner of Song Yaoyao's mouth.

"Ms. Song is indeed smart and clever. I'm afraid your mother can't compare to this psychological quality that remains unchanged."

Host Ichiro picked up an orange on the coffee table and slowly peeled the orange peel.

"Do you know my mother?"

A trace of mess flashed in Song Yaoyao's eyes.

"Mihiko Yamano! I'm not wrong."

Host Ichiro broke off a petal of orange and put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly.

"How did you...be sure I am her daughter?"

Song Yaoyao was a little panicked. Her mother was the biggest forbidden area in her heart.
Chapter completed!