C23 Restoration of Liberty

The woman subconsciously picked up a knife and stabbed at He Lin Qing, but things did not go as she had imagined. He Lin Qing had already decided on the direction of the knife, and immediately turned to the side.

As his hand felt free, He Linqing's hand cut into the woman's wrist. In a split-second, he broke the woman's wrist. The woman felt pain and her hand loosened, the knife immediately falling down.

He Lin Qing immediately stopped the knife. He bent his body, bowed his head and cut off the tendons on his ankle. With a big stride, he closed in on He Lin Sha.

"The words you said just now were all lies?" He Linsha's eyes were bloodshot and healthy as she stared at He Linqing.

"Of course it's fake. Besides, don't you know better? Didn't you throw away my phone already?" He Linqing shrugged. "You have two choices."

"Why do you always look so bossy!" He looked as if his eyes were about to split open, and there seemed to be more crystals inside.

He Lin Qing moved to the side. "If the two of you don't use your special tools, you won't be able to catch me." He looked down at the other two, "Your plan for today will not succeed, I advise you to let it go!"

Soon, someone else came up the stairs. The first one to come out was Wang Zhong. He looked at the scene in front of him in surprise, and after he reacted, he said: "Quickly, come up. Young Master is up there."

He suddenly pulled the woman and they both jumped out of the only window.

"Hurry up and chase them!" Wang Zhong gave the order. However, He Lin Qing said, "Don't chase them. Let them go."

Wang Zhong didn't ask any further questions. It was as if he had expected this to happen. He looked calm and peaceful. This raised a question from He Lin Qing, "Why don't you feel strange at all?"

"Because this was already expected." Wang straightened his back, "The young master's punishment is over, there must be a lot of people eyeing the young master with hostility. Moreover, the trial is about to begin. The other young miss or young master will think of ways to target young master. "

For He Lin Qing, this was simply a thunderbolt. Its speed was simply too fast, and as his gaze moved up and down Wang Zhong's body, it was obvious that he already knew of this matter. However, he had never explained it in detail, and at this moment, there seemed to be something in his eyes.

"Forget it, let's talk about it when we get back." He Lin Qing also did not want to make things too difficult for Wang.

Wang Zhong seemed to want to change the topic, "Young Master, I've already started preparing for the art exhibition that you wanted me to prepare. Today, many people have already registered their names on the website."

"How many people from our school registered?" "I want to take a look at the house tomorrow. I have to find a suitable place to stay."

"About a few dozen." Wang Zhong repeatedly said, "Of course I'll buy a house. I'll get Liu Min to arrange a few suitable villa areas for you."

He Lin Qing then looked out of the window. The information that He Lin Sha had told her was not without value. He recalled the fire back then and the laughter of that crazy woman drowned in the flames.

If it was true that his uncle had set the fire, then it was a murder that had been hidden for many years.

But soon, he felt as if he had forgotten many very important things. These very important things caused He Linqing to become increasingly lost.

"Master, please go back to school first. The car will stop here so as to avoid arousing suspicion from others. This way, the young master won't be able to play happily." Wang Zhong stopped the car and looked meaningfully at He Linqing. "Young Master, get off."

He Lin Qing opened the car door as he suddenly shouted, "Wang Zhong, you are very loyal to me, aren't you?"

"Young Master, why do you say that?" Wang Zhong's gaze was unwavering, but it quickly became very gentle. "Of course, why would Young Master ask such a question?"

"Nothing, maybe I'm being too sensitive." He Linqing let out a relaxed whistle and closed the door. He quickly walked into the school.

He saw a crowd of men and women gathered on the long cultural corridor. Each of them had an expression of longing on their faces. His curiosity piqued, He Lin Qing walked in and saw that the windows of the long cultural corridor had all become advertisements for the cultural exhibition of the Hanhai Group.

"Isn't this the trash picker that Ling Xue mentioned?" All of a sudden, a girl beside him pointed at him and said, "Eh …" This is too disgusting. "

He Lin Qing's outfit today was clean and tidy, completely out of place with the word 'disgusting'. These people were just flaunting their sense of superiority.

"Really? Tao Su, you still want to participate in this exhibition? Did you not see it?" It's all about some of the modernist pioneers. Those paintings you drew, they might have been popular two hundred years ago. "

The group suddenly burst into laughter. He looked in that direction and saw a magazine in Tao Ling's hand. She originally came to paste the newspaper, but she didn't expect that there would be advertisements for cultural exhibitions. She was a little envious as she gazed at the large paintings in the window.

She had always been a loner and had always been a loner, but now that she was provoked by these people, her thin shoulders stiffened a little and she finally raised her head. "I just like classical art, don't tell me that everyone likes postmodernism?"

"I do like this painting." He Linqing pushed her way through the crowd. "Your avant-garde paintings are only an imitation. They imitate other people's styles, but they have yet to learn their soul."

"A garbage picker knows art?" A girl with a drawing board and her hair draped over her shoulders said coldly, "Anyway, I heard that someone from the Han Hai Group will come to the art gallery to choose tonight. It's said that there will be a person who will go abroad to study. You'll know who's stronger then, right?"

The girl shook her head and left the art gallery. Everyone present was rubbing their fists and wiping their palms, as if they were determined to win the match tonight. Only Tao Jing quietly looked at her drawing board, her eyes filled with gentleness: "Thank you for my father's matter, but I will probably withdraw from school soon. Come to the art gallery to look at my work tonight, I've painted it specially for you."

With that, Tao Tong hurriedly left the art gallery. He Lin Qing wanted to say something, but he slapped his head. When his phone was kidnapped, he had already lost it. Now, it was impossible for him to contact anyone.

Thinking of this, He Lin Qing decided to buy one from a nearby shopping mall.