Fast Transmigration: The Strongest Slag Abuse Project

Chapter 17
"Someone has already reported this incident, and we have sent people to arrest them." Zhao Zhengming said.

Qingyun frowned slightly when he heard this, and couldn't help asking him: "Does Uncle Zhao know who reported the crime?"

Zhao Zhengming looked at her melancholy face, but smiled silently, and said, "You can go to the office with me and wait. When someone comes, you can see the result."

Just as Qingyun wanted to find out more about the situation, he nodded and agreed without hesitation, and followed Zhao Zhengming to the office.

"I heard that the people who caused the disturbance were your parents. The reason was mainly because of the admission letter from the university. We have already sent someone to ask the school. Your sister failed the exam. Why did they say you stole the admission letter?" Zhao Zhengming asked.

"Because they want to force me to go back and let my younger sister go to college instead of me." Qingyun answered bluntly without hiding anything.

"Huh? Why is that? Isn't your sister and you going to college the same?" Zhao Zhengming was a little surprised.

Qingyun smiled faintly, thinking of Meng Qingyun in the plot, and said half-jokingly: "Maybe I'm not my own."

Zhao Zhengming was taken aback for a moment, subconsciously took a closer look at Qingyun, and didn't continue to speak, but then went out of the office and arranged for his assistant Xiao Liu to notify the police in charge of the interrogation, asking them to ask about Meng Qingyun's life experience.

After doing this, Zhao Zhengming felt a little funny again, what Qingyun said was a joke, he could tell.But he still took it to heart. Maybe it was because he had been doing this job for a long time, and he was very suspicious. He felt that she was his own daughter, and the Meng family had no reason to be partial to that, or maybe it was to make that person more satisfied with his job.

However, he had to admit that from the first moment he saw Qingyun, he felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy in his heart. Originally, he only needed to tell Qingyun to go back and wait for the result, but because of this inexplicable intimacy, he couldn't help but I really want to talk to Qingyun more.

Zhao Zhengming shook his head and sighed, laughing that he was probably old, and when he saw a person who was about the same age as his lost daughter, he would feel close to him, so he didn't have the courage to be young.

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The three members of the Meng family were taken to an office by the police for separate interviews.

Li Qingmei was so anxious, she could understand what the policeman said, but she tried her best to speak, but the policeman couldn't understand, the policeman in the office was so angry that he patted the table directly, Li Qingmei was so anxious that he almost cried.

Meng Jianjun and Meng Feifei were not much better. According to the police, Meng Jianjun finally figured out that he was arrested because of making a fuss in the Lu's clinic, but it was just a housework. How could it have something to do with hooliganism?

Although he doesn't understand the law, he also knows that hooliganism is a felony. If he is labeled as such, he will never be able to hold his head up again in the future, and he may not be able to keep his job.

At this moment, he regretted so much, why did he listen to Li Qingmei's words, go to the Lu's clinic with her to make trouble and force Meng Qingyun to go home, so that Meng Feifei could go to university instead of Meng Qingyun, didn't he just fail the exam?At worst, let Meng Feifei take the exam again next year, wouldn't it be enough?
Meng Feifei was in the same mood at the moment. She and Li Qingmei had bullied Meng Qingyun a lot at home before, so much so that they finally forgot their sense of propriety and went to the Lu Family Clinic to cause trouble. Now that she was in the police station, how could she have the face to see anyone in the future?
Just when the three were anxious to cry, the doors of the offices where they were interrogated were knocked one by one...

When Meng Jianjun saw the policeman who was interrogating him walking out, he immediately felt a glimmer of hope in his heart, hoping that someone could rescue him.

However, the policeman who interrogated him came back soon. Not only did he not let him go, he stared at him with sharp eyes for a long time, and then slowly said: "You are so partial, Meng Qingyun must not be your biological child, right?"

This sentence was like a bomb, and Meng Jianjun felt a great sense of fear in his heart. He tried his best to control his expression, and replied affirmatively: "Of course!"

"Really?" The policeman's eyes were bright, and Meng Jianjun involuntarily clenched his fists.

At the same time, the policeman who was interrogating Li Qingmei suddenly asked her, "Is Meng Qingyun your biological daughter?"

Li Qingmei's eyes widened in an instant, her sausage-like lips trembled, and it took her a long while to realize that she glanced wildly and nodded.

Looking at her guilty look, the policeman couldn't see the problem, so he couldn't help but sneered and said, "I heard that you often abuse Meng Qingyun at home, and this trouble is also caused by you wanting Meng Feifei to take Meng Qingyun's place in college. I advise you You are frank and lenient, lying will not do you any good!"

Li Qingmei trembled in fright, her swollen lips moved, and she lowered her head in guilt...

Zhao Zhengming sat across from Qingyun. For some reason, the more he looked at Qingyun, the more he felt that her facial features were somewhat similar to his wife's.

He kept staring at Qingyun. No matter how thick-skinned Qingyun was, he still felt uncomfortable, so he said, "Uncle Director, is there something on my face?"

Reminded by Qingyun's words, Zhao Zhengming came back to his senses immediately, realized that he lost his composure just now, coughed twice in embarrassment, and said, "I'm sorry, I just thought that you and my wife's eyebrows and eyes are somewhat similar, so……"

Um?Why does this routine sound familiar?

(End of this chapter)