Her search for Cheung Tze-keung was also due to the fact that not everyone knows his wife's name, and it's even more impossible for someone on the street to accurately identify that something is related to Cheung Tze-keung from a casual remark. So that also requires ability.

Now that Chen Rou has found the right people for them, they can get started and get to work!

Let's get back to Nie Zhao.

He was about to leave work when he received a call from Leung Si-han, who said that the third young master of the Macau gambling king's family had come to Hong Kong to discuss marriage with the Bao family. Since the two of them were alumni, he wanted to invite him to Lan Kwai Fong for a chat.

Nie Zhao replied, "Sihan, I never go to bars."

Liang Sihan said, "But today they booked the entire bar, and nobody will be taking pictures."

Nie Zhao said, "It's not because of taking photos. Sorry, I need to go home to be with my baby."

Liang Sihan said with a smile, "Okay, but my two younger brothers don't seem to like going home or spending time with their kids."

In fact, based on Nie Zhao's own observations, most wealthy people in Hong Kong, once they have children, don't like to go home anymore.

Even though things are tense outside right now, and everyone is at risk of being kidnapped at any time.

However, most men are like this: if there's a sign saying "bar" on their door, they'll at least go in and take a look; but if there's a sign saying "home" on the bar's door, no matter how many beautiful women are inside, they won't even bother to glance at it.

Because he was afraid of dying, Boss Nie had long since abandoned low-level interests.

Moreover, he secretly felt that many men didn't go home because their kids were ugly, stupid, and not fun.

Just like Liang Lisheng's grandsons, they all have flat noses and puffy eyes; one look at them is enough to make you feel full.

Little A Yuan is different. Whenever Nie Zhao comes home, he dances with joy. Moreover, the child's development has always been ahead of schedule. He is usually several days earlier than most children when he is three months old and five months old. Now he is almost six months old and it is time for him to learn to crawl. Every day after finishing his work, Nie Zhao tries to squeeze in time to go home early so that he can teach his son to crawl as soon as possible.

Although he doesn't talk about intelligence all the time anymore, and always says that as long as his son is safe and sound, how could he not do his homework on early childhood education, given his competitive nature in the business world?

His son will be outstanding not only in appearance but also in academics.

Because while other men were out partying with beautiful women, Nie Zhao was stimulating his son; while other men were smoking in casinos, damaging their health and losing money, he was stimulating his son too. Of course, his son would be outstanding.

He's the type who pricks up his ears like a rabbit at the slightest sound.

Yu Heng was well aware of this, so every now and then he would stand at the intersection where Nie Zhao always passed by, day after day, wearing a beige stand-up collar trench coat and holding an umbrella, staring at Nie Zhao with a sinister look.

And let me tell you, that can be a huge psychological pressure.

Nie Zhao often had nightmares, dreaming that Yu Heng was menacingly staring at him. But today was different from usual; Nie Zhao felt that there was something wrong with Yu Heng's umbrella. Sure enough, Song Yuanchao in the passenger seat immediately said, "Troll!"

He and the Russian guy sitting next to Nie Zhao simultaneously raised their guns and aimed them at Yu Heng.

Yu Heng usually carries an umbrella, but today he was carrying a shotgun, meaning he switched to a gun.

And coincidentally, the light was red when the car passed by. Although Sam stepped on the gas and ran the red light, and the car had bulletproof glass, Nie Zhao was still quite frightened.

Yu Heng is like a holdout clinging to a developer; he's determined to stick to his guns.

Seeing that his boss's expression was off, Song Yuanchao comforted him, saying, "He's putting psychological pressure on you. The more afraid you are, the happier he is."

How could Nie Zhao not understand this principle?

But he was indeed afraid, because his child was still so young and his wife was still so young. They were not capable of living on their own without him. He needed to take care of them, and he could not afford any accidents.

But Yu Heng was like a vicious wolf on the hunt, watching intently, always looking for his weakness.

He was extremely cautious, walking on thin ice, but he couldn't escape or avoid it.

But thankfully, he had a home. As the car drove up the mountain and arrived at his doorstep, Nie Zhao's heart slowly settled back into his chest. Moreover, A Yuan seemed exceptionally happy today. As soon as he entered the door, he heard the little guy's boisterous voice.

Aunt Chang's expression wasn't very good, but of course, Nie Zhao didn't care and gestured for her to leave.

"Ah Yuan, did you hear that? Who is it?" he said, taking off his clothes and throwing them out, then tearing off his tie, then his socks, throwing them all away along the way. He went into the bathroom to wash his hands, then unbuttoned his shirt and reached out.

My pajamas are hanging in the bathroom. I can put them on, button them up, and then I can see my baby.

But before he could even leave the house, he heard his son suddenly scream, followed by a wail, as he cried.

What happened? The child was getting impatient. He hurried upstairs, buttoning his shirt as fast as he could. But at the top of the stairs, he saw the nanny and wet nurse standing in the distance, while his son was sitting on the floor.

What's wrong with these maids? They don't even want to hold the baby anymore?

They should at least be holding the baby's stroller in their arms. What are they doing standing there, getting paid for nothing?

Nie Zhao's face darkened, and even the nanny couldn't stand it anymore. She reached out to pick him up, but A Yuan waved his little hand and cried out again, "Wah!"

So the child doesn't want a nanny? Nie Zhao was already angry, but of course, he would only talk to the housekeeper and not vent his anger on the people below. So he clapped his hands and said, "A Yuan, Daddy's here, come and hug me."

But then he realized the problem: A Yuan waved his hand in refusal, then turned around and walked away.

Twisting his butt and jumping around, what kind of pose is that? Nie Zhao reached out to scoop up his son, but immediately he learned what the wet nurse and nanny had just learned, because the little guy kicked and thrashed his waist, refusing to be held!

He kicked and thrashed until Nie Zhao put him on the ground, then he wiggled his little bottom and jumped forward.

Then, with a wiggle of its little bottom, it bounced forward again.

Despite his strange posture, he runs fast, hopping like a little frog, heading towards the gym.

A baby's various skills are always unlocked at some point.

And Nie Shenyuan learned that little fart trick today, in the police station's conference room.

Nie Zhao looked at the baby nurse and the wet nurse, who both looked like they'd been possessed, and felt that something was very wrong.

His son is so outstanding, he should have learned to crawl by now. He teaches him every day, but not only has he not learned to crawl, he has only learned to wriggle. This is very strange!