What Bad Intentions Can the Class Monitor Have [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 76 Accident

I do not know when I fell asleep, and when I opened my eyes again, the sun had already set, leaving an afterglow at the corner of the bed that was unwilling to disappear.

Tan Jingyang was covered with a coat, and Tan Le was lying on the bed, curled up into a ball, and sleeping soundly.

The loud TV sound stopped, and there was silence inside and outside the house.

Tan Jingyang pressed the phone to check the time, moved her stiff neck left and right with her hand, and stood up. He planned to go out to get a glass of water, and then asked Tan Le to get up for dinner.

The living room was also dim, with the afterglow outlining the simple furniture and furnishings, which became blurred as the sky continued to dim.

Yuan Chengwen was gone on the sofa, and the quilt made him sleep in a mess, twisted to one side like a twist. Tan Jingyang turned on the lamp above his head, took out the quilt and folded it up expressionlessly.

His gaze inadvertently fell on the drawer under the TV cabinet, his pupils shrank suddenly, he dropped the quilt and quickly stepped forward to pull it away.

Obvious traces of being turned over by someone.

The set of spare keys tied to the old house in Meicheng is gone.

Tan Jingyang's knuckles that grabbed the edge of the drawer turned white due to exertion, and light blue blood vessels protruded on the back of his hand.

Hearing his heavy and panicked breathing, he rummaged around again with his remaining patience. After confirming that the key was indeed missing, he turned around and walked out of the house, with a surge of anger in his eyes.

At this time, the phone vibrated.

Tan Jingyang didn't want to answer the call at first, but after seeing the caller ID that it was from Ji Zhun, he still pressed the connect button.

"Hello."

With just one word, Ji Zhun on the phone instantly realized something was wrong.

"What's wrong, Brother Yang?"

The other party's voice was like a sedative, calming down Tan Jingyang's tense nerves for a moment. He exhaled and whispered to Ji Zhun: "Yuan Chengwen took away the key to the old house."

"Old house?"

"My mother's house." Tan Jingyang gritted her back molars, and made a few knuckles with her clenched hands, "I'm worried that he's going to sell the house. This should be the purpose of his visit this time."

"Brother Yang..."

"I'm going to find him now, that room can't be left in the hands of this bastard."

"Brother Yang!" Jizhun shouted again in an aggravated tone, took a deep breath and said, "Calm down first, this logic doesn't make sense."

Tan Jingyang froze slightly as he was about to go out.

Ji Zhun on the phone continued: "Think about it yourself, why do you have to come forward to sell the house? With just a bunch of keys, he can go back and live in the house for a few days at most. There is no possibility of selling it."

It wasn't until this moment that Tan Jingyang's sanity returned, wasn't it? The house was now in his name, how could it be possible that Yuan Chengwen could sell it just as he said? He was confused by the other party's sudden departure without saying goodbye and the fact that the drawers were rummaged through. Now that he thinks about it, he is really confused.