In just a second, calm was restored.

"What does the person you are looking for have to do with you?" The middle-aged man looked at Yang Muya up and down, and saw that she was raising her hands and feet, showing good education. Although the clothes on her body could not be seen by any brand, the material was At first glance, it can be seen that it is a custom-made garment, and my eyes are suddenly wary.

"Have you seen this person? Where is he now?" Yang Muya saw the middle-aged man's reaction, her eyes brightened instantly, and she looked at him hopefully, and wanted to step forward emotionally.

"I saw it, but it was many years ago... and he is dead." The middle-aged man's eyes flashed and his lips were firmly opened.

"What are you talking about?!" Yang Muya stiffened, raised her head in astonishment, and looked at the person in front of her in disbelief.

The next second, roared without thinking.

"You bullshit! How could he die well? How could he die if he hasn't returned what he owes me?!"

died……

How could he die...

He hasn't waited for her to find him and ask about the things that year.

Why did she die without returning her daughter...

Yang Muya's face turned pale, and her whole body shook, almost unable to hold her down.

His hands clenched into fists, and his eyes flushed suddenly.

The hatred filled with hatred has become a frustration with nowhere to vent, and it is stuck in his chest for a moment.

"I'm telling the truth. If you don't believe me, there is nothing I can do. If you want to collect debts from him, go to the Hades Mansion. Don't come to me to ask for bad luck. I am not familiar with this person, so I won't pay for him."

The middle-aged man with a pot belly finished speaking, then turned around and entered the villa, letting people close the door.

After thinking about it, he didn't rest assured, he hurried up to the second floor and looked out from the balcony.

Yang Muya was standing outside the door of the villa, her eyes sluggish, and she didn't respond for a while, as if she had been hit by something.

She didn't cry, but there was still silence in her eyes, a desperate silence that was more oozing than crying.

"Master, what's so good out there? Come and accompany me to see the new bag. I think this rose red handbag is especially suitable for me. If I carry it out, I will definitely give you a face!"

A voluptuously dressed woman walked toward the balcony, her hand still fiddled with her freshly made hair.

"At this time, I'm still in the mood to look at the bag, and all debt collectors are coming!" The middle-aged man with a big belly turned around to reprimand, looking at Yang Muya who was lingering, his whole person became anxious.

"What kind of debt collector? Master, are you in debt outside?" The woman stepped forward, wrapped her hand around the middle-aged man's neck, and sighed into his face.

"I'm not thinking about joking with you now, did you see the woman outside?" The woman who was wrapped around him by the middle-aged man pointed to Yang Muya who was standing outside and gave a savage bite.

"That woman looked like a rich man. She actually came to me to find someone with Xia Hua's portrait just now. What if she knows that Xia Hua is not dead, and helps Xia Hua come back to grab the property? The industry here was originally owned by the Xia family!"

"Master, you have been worried, then Xia Hua is now a vegetable, lying there immortal, even if someone wants to help him, he can't get up to compete with you for the property!"

"What do you know? He also has a daughter. Xia Changyue is the heir to the Xia family's estate." A dim light flashed across the middle-aged man's eyes.