Mrs. Chu's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and she said in a serious tone, "Since their affairs are so secretive, there must be a lot of people keeping watch around. How did you get in? And how did you get out?"
"I quietly followed the patrolmen in, but when I tried to leave, I accidentally knocked over a barrel and was discovered by them, so I had to flee back in a hurry."
Chu Yihan did not tell anyone about the mysterious man.
On his way back, he had figured it out. This person should be the one who had killed Wang Siming, the money manager of Wanli Bank.
Although his methods are somewhat cruel, his style of doing things can be regarded as that of a hero who fights against evil and protects the good.
Marshal Chu looked at his eldest son who was sitting silently on the sofa: "Qingyun, what do you say?"
The moment the warehouse caught fire, Chu Qingyun evacuated immediately and drove back home.
When the servant Yun called him, he pretended to be just woken up and came out with messy hair and wearing home clothes.
After being called, he was about to speak and say the words he had prepared long ago, but Mrs. Chu was anxious and spoke before him.
"What else can I say? Yi Han must have seen it wrong. How could Qing Yun be mixed up with those foreigners? And they smuggled opium together and harmed the Chinese people. Isn't this nonsense?"
After Mrs. Chu finished speaking indignantly, she sat down next to him and said in a serious tone:
"Master, you watched Qingyun grow up, and you taught him personally. You know best what kind of person he is. No matter what, he would never do such a thing."
As she spoke, she sighed heavily again and looked at her disheveled little son with great disappointment.
"Yi Han, I know that your father usually pays more attention to your brother. You think your father is partial, so you are jealous of your brother, but no matter what, you can't hurt him like this. You are brothers and sisters!"
"I didn't, I was telling the truth." Chu Yihan's face was extremely ugly.
He looked at the people sitting on the sofa, as if they were a family and he was just an insignificant passerby, and he felt very uncomfortable.
It’s okay with his father and elder brother, but why is it that even his mother refuses to believe him and help him this time
He really couldn't figure it out.
He was obviously telling the truth.
Chu Qingyun did not target him because of his accusation. He turned around and said calmly, "Father, you once told me that I can do anything, but I must not touch opium, let alone make money from it. I know your taboos. Even if you kill me, I will never do such a thing."
Marshal Chu had always believed in his eldest son. Hearing this, he patted his shoulder with great satisfaction and said, "Just remember this."
After comforting his eldest son, his expression turned cold and he looked at his youngest son: "When will you grow up?"
"I told you to stop eating, drinking, gambling and fooling around all day long and do something serious, and you're here to take advantage of your brother?"
"I think you're going backwards, following those shady people out there and learning all the ways of a thief and a whore."
"From now on, you can go wherever you want and do whatever you want. I will never care about you again. Even if you really want to marry that blind dancer, I won't care anymore."
"There's just one thing. If you really want to be with her, don't tell anyone that you are my, Chu Beizhao's, son. I, Chu Beizhao, don't have a son like you!"