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It’s just this monk who dared to go to the police and said that the person who murdered her was her.

So let them be homeless and they are cheaper.

Of course, Wu Rong will not clarify this. She looked at Xia Xinghe contemptuously, even if she came in to find her, she was not afraid of her.

Now that she has inherited all the heritage of Xiajia, who is she afraid of?

Thinking of this, Wu Rong sneered at the opening: "Chen Ma, are you old confused, how can anyone put in? We are not a cat and a dog can come in."

Chen Ma can only whisper, "Mrs. This is Missy..."

"Chen Mom, I think you are really confused! The unparalleled is the big lady of this family. Can any monk be a Missy?"

Chen Ma has been scared to say a word.

In the face of Wu Rong's next Ma Wei, Xia Xinghe looked cold and his eyes did not waver.

She only looked at her coldly, and her cold eyes seemed to be watching a dead person.

Wu Rong slowly walked down, staring at her with a sharp look. "Xia Xinghe, what are you doing here? Get out of the way, or don't blame me for calling the security guard to throw you out."

Xia Xinghe’s eyes are not awkward. “Is it? I don’t know, what qualifications do you have to get me out?”

"Just here is my home! Say it again, get out of me. You are so poor, don't dirty my floor." Wu Rong's attitude is strong and strong, and it was completely the same six years ago.

When Xia Xingwen’s father, Xia Chengwen, had not passed away, Wu Rong was a kind mother.

At that time, she was very charitable, and later she was very vicious.

Xia Xinghe only hated her own eyes and had not seen her true face before.

"Your home?" Xia Xinghe approached her coldly, sharp eyes, like a cold blade, "Wu Rong, how did my father die? What happened to me when I was in a car accident, what did you move in the heritage? Hands and feet, do you really think I don't know?"

Wu Rong's face changed slightly, but it quickly calmed down.

She stared sharply at Xia Xinghe. "You really recovered your memory."

"Yes, it’s back. So come to you for debt collection."

"Ha..." Wu Rong sneered, even if Xia Xinghe recovered her memory, she was not afraid of her.

"Debt collection? I am the wife of your father, Ming Media. He is dead. Everything should have been inherited by me. What debt do you want to ask? What qualifications do you have to collect debt?"

Now Wu Rong, who has the hardship of money, is not afraid of Xia Xinghe.

"Xia Xinghe, if you really want to sue me, I am not afraid of you! It is you, dare to smear me so much, I can just tell you!"

Wu Rong had already been ready. After the police could not find out anything, she would sue Xia Xing He.

She must have this little monk not to die!

"Then you will tell, I want to see who wins and who wins." Xia Xinghe is calm and confident. This made Wu Rong unable to grasp her mind, and she was afraid that she really had something in control.

But it is impossible, Xia Xinghe does not want to master anything.

"Well, you wait for me, waiting for me to send you to jail." Wu Rong's eyes flashed a haze, and her side coldly told Chen Ma, "Chen Ma, call the security over, put her Throw it out for me!"

"Ah?" Chen Ma stunned.

Wu Rong’s glare is fierce. “Why, I haven’t listened to my words?”

"Yes..." Chen Ma had to go to the security guard.