I became the police station's darling after I could understand what the furry creature was sayi

"I'd like to talk to you alone."

Just a window away.

Yang Zhiming seemed to have anticipated that Old Master Nan would come. He opened his eyes, which had been closed, but was stunned when he saw Nan Shu standing next to Old Master Nan.

Ji Feng didn't care, since there were surveillance cameras both inside and outside. He waved to the police officers behind him, while the officers behind Old Master Yang remained standing and did not leave.

This is to prevent criminal suspects from engaging in self-harm in a timely manner.

Yang Zhiming didn't care.

only……

He looked at Nan Shu, frowned, and seemed to be dissatisfied with her for not listening to her elders.

Even though this girl looks a lot like her, she is ultimately not that person.

Nan Shu crossed her arms and said calmly, "I'm right here. We can chat if you want, otherwise I'll take my grandfather back with me."

Nan Shu and he didn't have any special bond that they had grown up together.

To Nan Shu, Yang Zhiming was just a criminal suspect who was almost too old to be sentenced to prison.

The culprit that has torn so many families apart.

The fact that Nan Shu can face him calmly now is already a sign of respect.

Yang Zhiming frowned even more deeply. He looked at Old Master Nan, seemingly disapproving of his parenting style.

When elders are speaking, how can juniors interrupt?
But Grandpa Nan remained unmoved and instead said softly, "Yes, Shushu is right."

Yang Zhiming: ...

Yang Zhiming moved his lips, but ultimately said nothing.

This can be seen as tacitly approving of Nan Shu's decision to stay.

A moment of silence.

Yang Zhiming asked Old Master Nan, "Don't you have anything you want to ask?"

Seeing that Old Master Nan rubbed the handle of his cane, moved his lips but didn't speak, and then rubbed it hard with his fingertips, Nan Shu said, "If I don't ask, you won't tell me?"

Yang Zhiming smiled.

The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes piled up, and he let out a "ha" sound; his cloudy eyes held an undisguised malice.

"It's really hard to say."

The two of them seemed to be speaking in cryptic language.

In the monitoring room.

Ji Feng and the others, who were watching the live broadcast, were completely confused.

Ji Feng turned to look at Nan Yannian, "What are Old Master Nan and he talking about?"

Nan Yannian pursed his lips. Due to the information gap, Ji Feng was currently unaware of the story behind the candy wrapper.

He glanced at the people around Ji Feng and responded with silence.

Ji Feng:......

Got it!
He shouldn't have asked that question.

Nan Shu listened from the side and vaguely guessed what was going on.

She just really couldn't stand Yang Zhiming's smug look...

Nan Shu felt that there really was such a thing as affinity between people. For example, when she first met her third brother, he sent her to the interrogation room, but that didn't affect their relationship now.

For example, even though it was the first time she had met Yang Zhiming, she subconsciously disliked the old man.

It wasn't even related to what he had done; it was simply a matter of dislike.

As Nan Shu was pondering this, Old Master Nan sighed softly and finally asked, "Did you orchestrate the car accident?"

Back then, he investigated everyone, but he never suspected Old Master Yang.

Because he knew that Yang Zhiming deeply loved his wife, and by extension, loved her child, so he wouldn't do something so cruel to her.

But now it seems.

It's he who thinks too much.

Grandpa Nan judged others by his own standards, assuming that the other person would fall in love because of love, but he didn't know that there is another term: love turning into hate.

perhaps.

Over the years, there have been moments when he had doubts in the dead of night, but in the end he never thought about it too deeply.

Yang Zhiming seemed to appreciate Old Master Nan's expression at that moment. He smiled and said, "So what if it is, and so what if it isn't?"

Old Master Nan frowned.

Actually, that sentence already gave him the answer.

My emotions were churning.

If he were younger, he might have been sarcastic, or he might have pointed at Yang Zhiming and cursed him, or he might have angrily questioned him about why.

But after experiencing the deaths of his wife, son and daughter-in-law, and the disappearance of his granddaughter for more than 20 years, and after returning from a brush with death, Old Master Nan suddenly lost all his strength, or rather, he could no longer feel any emotion towards the person in front of him.

It was his poor judgment in choosing a person that led to so many problems; the reasons why that person did those things are no longer so important.

Grandpa Nan, leaning on his cane, was just about to get up.

Then they heard their granddaughter slowly speak:

"It doesn't matter; it won't prevent Grandpa from enjoying his later years with a house full of children and grandchildren. As for you, Grandpa Yang..."

Nan Shu paused, then made a cryptic click of her tongue.

Yang Zhiming's face immediately darkened.

Nan Shu ignored him and looked at her grandfather. "Grandpa, I'm tired. Let's go back and rest. I want to eat hot pot tonight."

Grandpa Nan looked at his granddaughter, smiled, and stood up.

"Alright, Grandpa will go back and have Steward Li make the preparations."

As the granddaughter said, the truth of the past is no longer that important.

If Yang Zhiming deliberately concealed the truth, or left it half-hidden, wanting to see him tormented by it and unable to sleep day and night, then Old Master Nan would be powerless to do anything about it.

It would be better not to pursue it further. If we can find out the truth, great. If we can't, let it go. He should take good care of himself.

Having missed twenty years of his granddaughter's growth, he wants to live longer and protect her more; that's the most important thing right now.

Yang Zhiming failed to achieve his goal and was instead stung by the warm and harmonious scene before him, his eyes growing increasingly gloomy.

Doorway.

Nan Yannian was already waiting.

He never expected Yang Zhiming to confess anything; words can lie, but evidence and logical chains cannot.

Just as a murderer might subconsciously embellish his actions and motives, only he himself truly knows what he was thinking at the time.

I came with Grandpa just to help him resolve a knot in his heart.

"Grandpa, Xiaoshu, let's go home."

……

I wonder if the retribution came too soon.

That night.

After Nan Shu finished eating the copper hot pot, she lay on the sofa, leaning on her older brother's shoulder while watching a movie, when Ji Feng called.

It is said that Mr. Yang suffered a sudden cerebral infarction and was being treated in the hospital. He woke up once during the treatment and said he wanted to see Mr. Nan again.

"not see."

Nan Yannian directly refused.

Ji Feng:......

"Um... Ayan, do you want to ask Old Master Nan for his opinion?"

"Aren't cell phones allowed in the emergency room?"

Nan Yannian asked in return.

"Is my grandfather someone you can just meet casually?"

"Let him figure it out himself."

Ji Feng:......

No, although he knew Yang Zhiming was awful, it was a stroke, brother. He was confused, what could he possibly do?
"Was that Xiao Feng calling just now?"

Grandpa Nan, who had said he was going to sleep, reappeared at the door at some point.

Nan Yannian looked at his grandfather.

Grandpa Nan felt a little guilty under their gaze and glanced at his own phone in his grandson's hand.

He's used to keeping his phone on his bedside table, and having it taken away like this really bothers him. (End of Chapter)