Three-year-old little dragon cub: I am a group favorite in the villain's house

Chapter 487: Xingxing kept shaking the odds and ends into the coffin.
Song Weiguo had already greeted Jiang Feng, so it didn't take long before someone came from the prefect's Yamen.

Mr. Sheng Chongsheng is considered a celebrity here in Xichuan. There was such a big incident, and many people outside were watching the excitement. When Boss Yuan was brought here, Mrs. Yuan was already pale with fright.

He glanced at Mrs. Yuan, who was pale, and then walked into the house. As soon as he entered, he saw the little girl in a red coat and skirt lying on the chair. She was playing with something in her hand. A few extremely simple porcelain plaques.

"Sir, he is here and can start the trial!"

Xingxing naturally noticed Boss Yuan's gaze. She turned her chubby little body, tilted her head and shouted to Jiang Feng, then pointed her fat claws at Boss Yuan.

"Song Weiguo, don't you care about your children? Are you just slandering people like this?" As soon as Boss Yuan heard Xingxing talking about the trial, he said to Song Weiguo.

Song Weiguo didn't seem to hear what he said. Instead, he said to the children as if he was teaching on the spot: "This is just because I am so angry. I always write the bad word Xingxing wrong. I will practice it a few more times when I get home."

The big and small people were sarcastic as if there was no one around, and Boss Yuan was so angry that his fingers trembled.

"Master Jiang, please act in accordance with the law. The key to the warehouse is in Yuan's hands. As long as you open the warehouse, you will know whether there is something fishy about Mr. Sheng's death. Mr. Sheng told me today that he lent Boss Yuan 3 taels. There are still 13 taels left."

Before Song Weiguo could finish his words, Boss Yuan rushed towards Song Weiguo, raising his hand as if he was going to fight Song Weiguo.

"You damn fart, there's not that much silver in it, it's only 3 taels!!" Boss Yuan started spitting at Song Weiguo.

Li Chengqian and Xuanxuan pulled Xingxing and turned around quickly to avoid being affected.

Jiang Feng didn't like to listen to noisy people. He directly ordered someone to hold Boss Yuan, and then asked someone to ask Yuan for the key: "Hand it over, whether it is 13 or [-], you will know at a glance. If it is [-], Wan, the prince wants to apologize to Boss Yuan."

Song Weiguo nodded: "This is natural."

Boss Yuan was pulled aside, and he looked towards Mrs. Yuan.

Before Yuan handed over the key, she saw Jiang Feng looking at her. She wiped her tears, looked at the coffin in the middle and said, "The master hasn't been buried yet. Isn't it bad to disturb him?" Let him wait first." Song Weiguo said directly: "Hand over the key first."

Yuan held the key tightly and hesitated for a long time before handing it over.

Just when the group of people followed the yamen servant to the warehouse, Xingxing climbed onto the coffin quietly without anyone paying attention. The little fat paw kept digging into his big pocket, shaking out a lot of snacks. After landing in the coffin, he quietly climbed down and ran after Song Weiguo with his short legs.

In the Sheng family's warehouse, before the warehouse was opened, Boss Yuan had already leaned back.

Jiang Feng glanced at him and obviously had a guess about the results in the warehouse.

Sure enough, there was no large-value banknote in the warehouse, not to mention 3 taels, not even 1 taels.

"Aren't you still admitting your guilt? Where did all the money go? Didn't you say that you only borrowed 13 yuan? Then did you swallow the remaining [-] yuan?" Jiang Feng asked rhetorically.

"There is no 13 at all, only [-], and I took it." Seeing that there was no room for rebuttal, Boss Yuan admitted directly.

"Then Grandpa Sheng was also harmed by you. My grandpa has been studying why Grandpa Sheng is so weak recently. Finally, he found out that someone had tampered with the cards he usually played. The poison is colorless and odorless, so it is difficult to detect. "Wake up," he said while chewing the fruit.

"You are so slanderous!!" Yuan, who had been crying, suddenly shouted: "You are just trying to frame us here because I am gone!"

"Grandpa Sheng is not dead either." Xingxing said in a very awkward tone.

At this time, the old man in the coffin was gnawing on dried sweet potatoes: "Tsk, it's a bit troublesome."

(End of this chapter)