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Before Lin Zhao could even utter a sound, the person in front of him stepped forward and pressed his hand over his mouth, silencing him completely.

"Shh, Xiao Zhao, I don't want to hurt you. Please don't make a sound. I just want to say a few words to you, okay? Just a few words. I really miss you, Xiao Zhao."

Lin Zhao's mind went blank. Why was this person always haunting him? He nodded, and only then did the person in front of him release his grip.

He was panting heavily.

"What... what do you want to say? Say it quickly."

His gaze was fixed on the door, which Lin Yu naturally noticed. He forcibly suppressed his resentment and stepped forward so that Lin Zhao could see his face clearly.

"Xiao Zhao, look at my face! Have you forgotten?"

"This was all done by Shang Yu. He dares to hit me today, he'll dare to hit you tomorrow, and you're still with him!"

He spoke louder and louder, and Lin Zhao was so frightened that he kept backing away. Seeing that he had frightened Lin Zhao and was afraid that he would shout, Lin Yu forced himself to calm down and his tone returned to its usual gentleness.

He turned on his phone, pulled up the demolition plans for the Chengxi project, and altered the date on the map.

"I didn't come here for any other reason than to show you this."

After saying that, he handed it to Lin Zhao.

"The Shang family has been in charge of this project, and I was the liaison. When I first took over the project, I told Shang Yu about the orphanage, but he didn't agree to make any changes."

"Xiao Zhao, you know they're different from us. They have no heart, only self-interest, so I resigned."

"I don't know what Shang Yu said to you, but documents can't be faked. Take a good look at them. Do you really want to stay with people who want to demolish the orphanage?"

Lin Zhao took the phone and read it from beginning to end. He didn't really understand much, but he clearly saw that the orphanage was still included in the project in the west of the city, and the date was set for today.

He looked at Lin Yu again in disbelief, his breathing rapid and his eyes already moist.

"No way, no way, you're lying to me. Brother Yu said he would help me. He even said last time that the blueprints were finished and everything would be finalized in the next few days, so the orphanage wouldn't have to be demolished..."

He muttered to himself, tears streaming down his face. Suddenly, he turned to leave, but Lin Yu grabbed his wrist.

Where are you going?

"I... I need to go find him. I need to go find Brother Ayu and ask him what happened."

Lin Zhao struggled but didn't move. Lin Yu pulled him into his arms with a forceful pull.

"Xiao Zhao, calm down. Don't go to him. He'll definitely lie to you. Come with me. I'll take good care of you. Can't we just be like before?"

"No, no, I won't go with you! You're the liar! Let me go!"

Lin Zhao didn't trust Lin Yu at all. He could see how good Shang Yu was to him, and he couldn't possibly believe Lin Yu just because of a few words he said.

He struggled incessantly, but the grip on his wrist remained firmly in place.

Lin Yu was furious when he heard him calling him "Brother Ayu" repeatedly. The evidence was right in front of him, yet he still refused to leave with him.

Since that's the case, then don't blame yourself. He suddenly covered Lin Zhao's mouth.

Something was put into her mouth, and a bitter taste exploded instantly. Lin Zhao subconsciously raised her leg and kicked the man in the lower abdomen.

The man cried out in pain and took a half step back. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Lin Zhao rushed towards the door, but her legs went weak and she was about to fall to the ground.

The door was shoved open with a bang, and Shang Yu caught the person with quick reflexes.

The moment Lin Zhao saw Shang Yu, tears welled up like a burst dam, and she uncontrollably buried herself in his arms, feeling utterly wronged.

"Brother Ayu, Brother Ayu..."

Her voice was choked with sobs, and she was crying uncontrollably.

Shang Yu looked at Lin Yu, who was standing there with a look of terror on his face.

The anger in his eyes couldn't be concealed.

Lin Yu instinctively turned and ran outside.

"Why are you running away? Weren't you so capable, Director Lin?"

Shen Youqing stood with his arms crossed, blocking the doorway, and Lin Yu was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground.

Shen Ci rushed in from the side and crouched down next to Lin Zhao, watching him nervously.

Shen Youqing originally wanted to leave with Shen Ci, but when he saw that the two of them hadn't returned for a long time, he thought of calling Shang Yu, but he couldn't get through. When he went to the bathroom, he found Shang Yu banging on the door.

Without thinking, Shen Youqing followed him into the crash, and sure enough, Lin Zhao was in trouble.

Shang Yu loosened his grip on Lin Zhao and gently wiped away his tears with his fingertips.

"Zhaozhao, be good, go outside with Shen Ci and wait for me for a while, I'll be right there."

After saying that, he handed him over to Shen Ci, but Lin Zhao grabbed his clothes. Tears streamed down his face, his lips trembled, and he kept shaking his head.

Shang Yu felt a pang of pain in his heart, but he had to deal with that person first.

He gently stroked his hair.

"Trust me, okay?"

For some reason, Lin Zhao miraculously stopped crying after hearing these words, nodded, and followed Shen Ci out.

As he passed Shen Youqing, he glanced at him, a hint of worry in his eyes.

The latter raised an eyebrow, bent his arm and showed off his muscles. Shen Ci stopped looking and directly pulled Lin Zhao to a quiet booth outside to sit down.

Lin Zhao kept his head down and didn't say anything, just staring blankly at his toes. Shen Ci was right beside him, holding his trembling fingers with one hand and gently patting his back with the other.

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Inside the restroom, Shang Yu loosened the buttons on his collar, took out his belt, and tied it around his wrist.

Shen Youqing stood by with his arms crossed, watching. With Lin Yu's small frame, he didn't need to do anything.

His purpose here is to keep an eye on Shang Yu so he doesn't get beaten to death.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Shang, I was wrong. Mr. Shang, I'll never do it again, I'll never do it again! Please, please, let me go! Call the police, call the police, please call the police and have me arrested!"

Lin Yu was so frightened that he trembled all over and begged for mercy incoherently.

"Call the police?"

Shang Yu snorted coldly.

"I'm not interested in it anymore."

After saying that, Shang Yu strode forward and punched the man to the ground.

Lin Yu saw stars from the punch, and the back of his head slammed hard against the tiles, causing him to convulse in pain.

Blood and foam, sweet and metallic in flavor, instantly gushed from his mouth and nose, and even his pleas for mercy became muffled.

He curled up on the ground, using his hands and feet to move backward, his face covered in murky tears and blood, clutching his head tightly, repeatedly muttering "have mercy."

Who could recognize this as the once gentle and refined Director Lin?

Shang Yu lowered his eyes to look at the disheveled people at his feet and approached them step by step.

"You won't dare anymore?"

Shang Yu squatted down, grabbed Lin Yu by the collar, and dragged him in front of him, his tone chillingly cold.

"I see you're really daring, repeatedly trying to pull tricks right under my nose. You're really something else."

He gripped Shang Yu's arm with such force that Lin Yu could hardly breathe. He could only futilely pound on Shang Yu's arm, but he couldn't budge it an inch.

The fists, however, showed no mercy, falling heavily one after another.

Seeing this, Shen Youqing finally took a step forward, his brows furrowed as he spoke.