The important thing is that I'm not a professional, so I might mess things up somewhere.

Previously, it was my own private matter, and I could figure out how to resolve it myself.

The investigation into Su Zhaohai's treason is now an official matter and should naturally be handled by the government.

If I disagree, wouldn't that be like refusing a free lunch and insisting on making my own pancakes instead of taking advantage of a free lunch?

Shen Changchuan was already extremely satisfied with Song Yan before, and looking at what happened today, he could see that the boy was capable of letting go when necessary, and there was absolutely nothing wrong with him.

Having finished saying what was important, Song Yan was definitely eager to go home. He didn't even know how his two little ones were doing!

Song Yan invited Shen Changchuan to come home for dinner, and even his son called him back.

How could Shen Changchuan not be tempted? But dealing with Su Zhaohai was more important and couldn't be delayed. In the end, Shen Changchuan had no choice but to reluctantly refuse.

When Song Yan returned home, the two little ones were clinging to her, all sticky and cuddly. Yueyue, in particular, clung to her tightly, refusing to let go.

The next day, Wen Dajun happened to arrive. He had been keeping an eye on Fu Lei these past few days and had figured out his habits.

Wen Dajun hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

Song Yan: "Just say what you have to say."

Wen Dajun said, "Su Zhaohai values ​​Fu Lei extremely. He's a godson who is also the son of his enemy. No one should value him that much."

But Su Zhaohai, such a smart man, did exactly that.

Song Yan: "You believe what I said now, right?"

Wen Dajun nodded, without saying a word. His flushed face betrayed his emotions, showing that he was very angry.

Wen Dajun: "What do you want me to do next?"

Song Yan: "It's best if we don't get involved in what's going to happen next. But if I don't do anything, I feel suffocated."

Song Yan didn't have Lao Zeng's magnanimity. Ever since he learned about this matter, it seemed that Lao Zeng hadn't taken it to heart at all.

Wen Dajun's voice was very solemn. "Please give your orders, and I will certainly do them!"

Song Yan: "It's not that easy to do this!"

"What's so difficult about it?" Old Zeng asked as he came in from outside.

Old Zeng knew what Song Yan had asked Wen Dajun to do before.

Song Yan realized she had almost acted impulsively. She told Wen Dajun to leave first, and she would talk to him again after she had figured out what to do.

Old Zeng sat down and listened carefully to her account of what had happened in the past two days. She said that Song Yan's car had broken down on the way and that's why he hadn't returned, but he didn't believe it at all.

After listening to what Song Yan said, Old Zeng couldn't help but say, "I never expected that something that we couldn't find no matter how hard we searched, would be known by that kid named Peng Changjun."

You're right to listen to Shen Changchuan.

"I can't swallow this!" Song Yan said in a low voice.

In his previous life, Song Yan never experienced a day of fatherly love in his memory.

Song's father was the original owner's father, and the paternal love in his memories was not the kind Song Yan experienced. Besides, that cowardly love was also so faint.

Of the three male elders I've encountered in this life, Lao Han is a pure scholar. In his eyes, I am his student, his apprentice. Whenever he sees me, he focuses on my studies.

Old Du was a kind elder. Old Han kept a close eye on her studies. Old Du, however, compromised, hoping that what he taught her would be enough for her to protect herself, without needing to strive for perfection. Old Zeng was domineering, but he also compromised, offering her the care of a close friend.

The fatherly love that Lao Zeng gave him was something he had never experienced in his past or present life.

How could Song Yan swallow his anger after his elderly father was hurt? It's one thing to be rational, and it's another to be emotional.