1813: C1813 In Other Words Peace of Mind Is the Place to Return to

C1813 In Other Words Peace of Mind Is the Place to Return to

"You're drunk."

Qian Yunfan's gentle explanation made Qian Jingchuan even more suspicious. He frowned, and the scar between his brows was very deep.

"Dad, can you explain it a little more clearly? "You know, I'm a person who doesn't like to drink, why would I …"

"I'm a little tired. Jing Chuan, why don't you go back to your room to rest first? "

Qian Yunfan narrowed his eyes and spoke in a low voice.

His thin face was deeply tired, and his eyes were a deep green. When Qian Jingchuan saw this, he couldn't bear to press him any further. He could only helplessly nod and give a grunt of assent.

"Fine."

"Hai."

Qian Yunfan watched him leave. His aged eyes narrowed into a slit as he let out a heavy sigh.

Qian Jingchuan walked out and stood at the door for a while. His mood was even heavier than before, and even his excitement from seeing Qian Yunfan was suppressed.

"They all say I'm drunk? When did I drink? "Where can I drink?"

No matter how hard he tried, his mind was still blank. He could not think of anything.

He sensed that something was wrong, and wanted to immediately search for the answer. However, when the people here saw him, they all acted extremely respectfully. No matter how he asked, he couldn't find any reason to.

Qian Yunfan avoided talking about this matter, which made him even more puzzled and depressed.

"Could it be that I'm not drunk, but poisoned by some poison?"

Just as Qian Jingchuan's heart skipped a beat, the male servant called Ah Liang appeared again. He stood uneasily three steps away from him. Lowering his head and bowing, he spoke, trembling with fear.

"Young Master Qian, do you want to go back to your room to rest?"

"You really are lingering around like a ghost!"

The dejected Qian Jingchuan needed an outlet to vent his anger. Since Ah Liang had come looking for him, he naturally became the vent.

"Young Master Qian, I …"

Ah Liang's head drooped even lower. His gaze trembled as it landed on the tip of his foot.

Qian Jingchuan cast a sidelong glance at him, his handsome face becoming more and more tense.

He walked past A-Liang with one hand in his pockets. A-Liang felt a cold, astringent wind blow past him. He couldn't help but shiver.

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The entire Pear City exploded in a gale, thunder and lightning flashed through the sky.

The torrential downpour washed over this bustling city. The rain was so heavy that the river rose sharply.

Nan Huaijin stood in front of the window in his office worriedly, looking out at the water curtain that covered the sky. A piercing white light flashed through his intelligent eyes from time to time.

This torrential rain came menacingly as it came crashing down from all directions, actually causing him to feel a little suffocated.

The huge money-laundering case had been temporarily solved, and Mo Ye had committed all the crimes. However, he kept his mouth shut about everything except his confession and his acceptance of the punishment.

Nan Huaijin was well aware that there must be a lot of people involved in such a big case. However, the case was complicated and it would still take some time for it to be completely cleared up.

Ring, ring, ring.2

The landline on the desk suddenly rang out. Even in the midst of the noisy rain, it still sounded somewhat sudden.

Nan Huaijin gathered his thoughts and walked to the desk.

He lowered his head and glanced around.

The number displayed on the phone belonged to Yunjing.

"Yiyao."

"Uncle Jin, it's me."

The voice that came over was not Lu Yiyao, but Lin Ange.

"An Ge, why is it you?"

"Uncle Jin, I'm sorry, I've been busy taking care of and reciting recently, how long has it been since I've contacted you?"

Lin Ange felt slightly guilty.

In terms of blood relatives, her elders were only Helan Xi and Nan Huaijin. Although she didn't spend much time with Nan Huaijin, the feeling she got from him was extremely warm. This kind of blood kinship was incomparable to any other emotion.

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