When Han Qingqing saw the visitor, she had a little surprise in her eyes.

Xia Wan'an: "Aunt."

"Is there anything wrong with me?" Han Qingqing smiled and her voice was gentle and gentle, as gentle as the spring breeze.

She said, slashing the wheelchair with one hand and letting open the door: "Let's come in and talk."

The living room is full of oil paintings, and there is an unfinished painting on the drawing board next to the window.

All the oil paintings have one thing in common, that is, there is a woman in white clothes inside, with a slender figure, but she has no face and long hair. From the perspective of temperament, she looks a bit like Han Qingqing herself.

Han Qingqing made tea. After entertaining Xia Wan'an and Lin Chen, she asked softly: "Is there anything you have to do with me?"

Xia Wan'an nodded and was still organizing language. Han Qingqing's nice voice penetrated her ears again: "Is it related to being beaten with Yixiao?"

Xia Wan'an didn't expect Han Qingqing to mention this matter on her own initiative. She looked at Han Qingqing with some surprise: "Aunt, do you know that Yixiao has been beaten?"

Han Qingqing nodded, and a sadness flowed out in her eyes: "I know, this has been happening all these years."

"Then why don't you find a way to stop this? You can tell the old lady, or Han Jingnian..."

"Old lady? She is willing to let me live here. She has the greatest tolerance for me. What's the face I have to look for her again... What's more, over the years, they have been unable to protect themselves. Tell them, but it's just a mess. If you don't tell them, Yixiao and I can still live like this..." They were obviously helpless and sad words, but when Han Qingqing said these words, there was a slight smile on the corners of her lips.

Xia Wan'an was said by Han Qingqing for a moment and didn't know how to refute it.

What she said was right, so what if she told me? Maybe before she could say it, she had been killed quietly.

"Then...Aunt, do you know who q is? Or, do you have any clues?"

Han Qingqing shook her head: "I don't know, every time he comes, he disguises himself very tightly."

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Xia Wan'an and Han Qingqing chatted for a while, and Han Qingqing answered questions and answered them, but failed to provide any clues.

Xia Wan'an could see that he could not get any news from Han Qingqing, so he stood up and said goodbye.

Before leaving, Xia Wan'an looked at the oil paintings on the ground again: "Aunt, are you all these oil paintings?"

"Well, I'm just having nothing to do, just pass the time." A painting happened to fall beside Han Qingqing's wheelchair. She bent over and picked it up, then stared at the figure of the woman in white above, with a tender eyebrows.

Xia Wan'an looked at Han Qingqing's passionate eyebrows and said again: "You can tell that my aunt still cherishes these paintings very much."

"Every work is my child." Han Qingqing said, then put down the oil painting in her hand and sent Xia Wan'an and Lin Chen away.

Xia Wan'an thought that Han Qingqing was inconvenient to legs and feet, and after walking out of the door, she spoke politely: "Aunt, don't send it."

Han Qingqing smiled and said "goodbye".

Xia Wan'an and Lin Chen also replied goodbye, turned around and left. After getting in the car, Xia Wan'an looked at Han Qingqing who was still at the door of the villa through the car window.

The moment the car started, the wind blew, lifting Han Qingqing's skirt. Xia Wan'an saw that there were mixed whip marks on her legs... They were exactly the same as the whip marks that Han Yixiao was beaten.
Chapter completed!