After returning to the wealthy family, I was abused by my biological parents

Chapter 181

He was not thinking about how things would turn out, nor was he even thinking about what his biological father Fang Junhong would say to him at that time.

What’s interesting is that he was thinking about whether all the people involved in this matter had been dealt with?

For example, the person who helps that guy in China might be the one who contacted the driver who caused the accident?

For example, Qin Bailian?

He still remembered the look in Qin Bailian's eyes when she stared at him at the door of the police station in Yuncheng, which was full of hatred.

Every time he thought about it, he felt a little creepy and got goosebumps all over his body.

He walked slowly, and it took him nearly ten minutes to reach the office building.

There are a lot of people coming in and out, teachers or students, most of them are from the student union.

Chen Ping'an had no interest in the positions in these schools.

He doesn't need experience in this area, nor has he thought about developing this ability.

Although it was difficult to climb the stairs, I took the elevator directly to the eighth floor.

Qiao Bo's office is in the middle of this curved corridor, probably to make it convenient for the leaders to walk less steps.

When Chen Ping'an found the office according to the house number, there were several people in the office.

Standing at the door, I could already see Qiao Bo writing something with his head down, but I didn't know what he was writing.

Sitting opposite him was an equally young teacher, and two girls were standing next to the desk, talking about something.

Fang Junhong sat on the sofa with his head down, not knowing what he was thinking about. There was a paper cup on the coffee table in front of him.

"Teacher Qiao..."

He knocked on the door and walked in with his cane.

The knock on the door drew everyone's attention in the room.

"Student Chen Ping'an," Qiao Bo stood up and stopped Fang Junhong from coming over. "Your father is here to see you. So, I don't care what you two have to say. Please come with me to the small conference room, or you can go outside and talk privately."

When Fang Junhong heard him call Chen Ping'an's name, his face suddenly turned pale, but then turned red.

That speed is no different from the face-changing in Shu.

However, the young teacher and the two girls who were sitting opposite Qiao Bo also looked over.

Chen Pingan smiled at them apologetically, "I'm sorry, teacher. I'd better go out and talk to him privately. I won't disturb you anymore."

He glanced at the two girls, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

One of them was the senior who had served as the host at the freshman meeting. He still remembered her name clearly, Huo Shiyun.

That day, like all the other freshmen, he was amazed by the figure and appearance of this senior girl.

This is a goddess who is at the level of a school beauty!

The other girl was about the same height as Huo Shiyun.

Both of them are about 1.7 meters tall.

At this moment, their eyes were filled with curiosity and confusion.

I don’t know what Fang Junhong said here before, but Qiao Bo’s impatience on the phone was already obvious.

Chen Pingan had no choice but to nod slightly to them, and then said to Fang Junhong: "Mr. Fang, let's go out and talk.

Don’t disturb the teacher’s work here.”

Fang Junhong had a gloomy face, said "thank you" to Qiao Bo and walked towards him.

Chen Ping'an didn't want to talk to him, so he turned around and walked towards the elevator with his crutches.

Fang Junhong didn't shout loudly in the office. He just stared at Chen Ping'an's legs and followed him silently.

Neither of them closed the office door.

While waiting for the elevator, Fang Junhong lowered his voice and asked, "Your leg isn't healed yet?"

Chen Ping'an said nothing, watching the floor numbers on the elevator display change continuously.

"Your brother is dead."

Chen Pingan turned his head and glanced at him, then said in a cold voice, "Teacher Qiao has already told me. What? Do you think I did it?"

Fang Junhong gritted his teeth and whispered, "Hongjun's death is inextricably linked to you."