As if he had accepted his fate, he stood up expressionlessly and walked towards Underground Room behind him.
Within a moment, the thin figure quickly disappeared into a special iron door.
"It's useless. Even that bastard can't pass the test. What future can he have?"
It's a shame that she worked so hard to prepare him to study abroad in order to let him receive the best education.
Jiang Meng glanced at it coldly, and was so angry that he took off his slippers and went upstairs without even eating dinner.
As for the cold and dark Underground Room, Jiang Yihan's face was unusually pale at this time.
He huddled in the corner with his legs in his arms, his head buried between his legs, and his whole body was filled with a gloomy and violent aura.
*
[Go to the Jiang Family quickly, Jiang Yihan is very emotionally unstable, Darkening Value is about to explode.]
Su Qiao I had just had a meal when I got home. Before I had time to take a shower, I heard Xiao Si's anxious urging.
She put on the school uniform jacket she had just taken off and quickly walked out of the bedroom. While bending down to change into white sneakers, she asked coldly, "What's going on?"
[Isn't it that his twisted mother thinks he didn't get first place in the exam?]
"What did she do?"
[She slapped Jiang Yihan hard, made him kneel, whipped him severely with a whip, and finally drove him to the dark and cold Underground Room.]
Even 444 was filled with anger.
Su Qiao glanced coldly. "What?"
[His mother is so perverted. Starting from the first grade of elementary school, as long as he fails to take the first place in the exam, or does not win the championship in any competition, he will be severely punished when he returns home and locked up in Underground Room Little Dark Room.]
"Damn it!"
Su Qiao There were waves of killing intent in his heart.
She knew early on from Xiaosi that Jiang Yihan's mother was very strict with him, but she didn't expect it to be so strict.
This is hardly harsh, this is pure abuse.
Su Mama saw his daughter walking out in a hurry and asked hurriedly, "Qiao'er, where are you going?"
"Mom, my classmate has something urgent to do with me. I'll go out for a while. You can go to bed first without waiting for me."
"Then come back early and pay attention to safety."
"I understand, let's go first."
Su Qiao thought for a while, quickly ran back to his room, swept all his wallet and keys into a black backpack, and rushed out of the house.
After Su Qiao carefully asked about Jiang Yihan's situation, he did not go directly.
I quickly took a taxi to the drugstore and bought some medicine, and bought some other things at a nearby store, and then I took a taxi and hurried to Beicheng.
"Xiaosi, is this the building?" Su Qiao stood behind a small white building with a courtyard.
[Yes, this is the building, Jiang Yihan is in Underground Room below the first floor.]
"How many people are inside? Jiang Meng Where is that woman?"
[There is no one now. Their family has always hired hourly workers, and there is only one aunt who cooks, and she was sent back by that woman Jiang Meng.
Jiang Meng is on the second floor, sitting in front of the computer in the study room, reading information.]
After understanding the situation inside, Su Qiao put on his backpack, jumped on the fence with a running start, and soon entered the yard.
She did not go directly to the first floor Underground Room, but quietly touched the second floor.
I found the study, lit a small ball of dried herbs, stuffed it into the crack of the door below, lay down and blew on it gently.
Light green smoke curled up and slowly blew into the study from the crack in the door.
When the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground was heard in his ears, Su Qiao knew that the person inside had fainted.
He quickly opened the door and went in, placing a small ball of smoke on the woman's nose on the ground for a while.
After confirming that the woman on the ground would not wake up in a short time, Su Qiao kicked her twice with a cold face, turned around and prepared to go to Underground Room.
444 quickly reminded: [Key, the key on the desk.]