Song Xingyao got up and looked at her pajamas. She couldn't just stay like this.

She was cursing Fu Siming in her heart when she opened the door and found a bag hanging on the doorknob with a set of clean clothes folded inside.

She quickly took it off, changed her clothes inside the house, and looked in the mirror.

Silently, she affirmed Fu Siming's aesthetic sense. Although he was a bit of a rogue, his eyesight was still quite good.

She was wearing a set of beige casual clothes, with a thin cardigan over them, and the clothes looked like they were tailor-made for her.

Pshaw, he noticed it when they kissed yesterday. This man is very experienced; he's definitely not a decent person.

Thinking of this, her face flushed pink again because of yesterday's lively atmosphere.

She went downstairs and heard from Aunt Qi that Fu Siming had already left.

Looking at the breakfast on the table, the aroma was enticing, and almost all the dishes prepared were things I liked. After thanking Aunt Qi, I began to eat heartily.

Standing to the side, Aunt Qi noticed that Song Xingyao's personality was completely different from before when she returned. Yesterday, she heard the young master say that she had lost her memory.

Only then did I realize how much suffering I had endured to always appear so calm and capable of handling everything on my own.

With her eyes slightly moist, Song Xingyao was eating and didn't notice the emotions of the person behind her. She wanted to marvel at how good Qi Ma's cooking was, so she ate a lot of breakfast.

When Aunt Qi came to clean up, she was happy to see it, saying, "I'm glad Miss Song likes it!"

Song Xingyao felt awkward hearing her always address her as "Miss Song." "Don't call me Miss Song anymore, just call me Xingyao! Or Yaoyao is fine too."

The fleeting thought that crossed my mind was not captured.

Hearing the latter respond, he then remembered Fu Siming's instructions, "By the way, when the young master went out, he left Old Xu behind. If you want to go out, you can press the intercom and have Old Xu escort you."

She nodded, but in her heart she still gave Fu Siming a little more points.

After all, when she said yesterday that she would be leaving today, Fu Siming's face turned noticeably dark, and he thought he would be trapped here.

She plans to go to the research lab today, since that's where her first thought after waking up.

After delivering the person to the research lab, Lao Xu sent a text message to the other side and quickly received a reply.

Fu Siming was already in the detention room when he received the text message.

In just two days, Jiang Jiayao went from being full of vigor to looking like a drowning dog in a sorry state.

His once jet-black hair turned white overnight, and the stubble on his lips and the dark circles under his eyes made him look like a homeless man.

"What are you doing here? Coming to laugh at me?" A hint of ruthlessness appeared on his face.

"Shouldn't we be laughing? Jiang Jiayao, you've been wrong all along. I don't care whether you're re-elected or not. It's you who's stirring up trouble here. There are plenty of people who want you to get out of Jiangcheng."

Every word he said struck Jiang Jiayao’s heart.

"Hehehe, admit it, if it's An Qiming, do you think you can do anything to me this time?" He sneered, not accepting his words.

Seeing that he still looked unwilling to accept the truth, Fu Siming took out a photo and placed it on the table.

Seeing that familiar face, Jiang Jiayao stood up from his chair, clutching the photo tightly as he tried to rush over, but due to numbness, his legs were unsteady, and he fell backward in anger.

"You...you actually planted a spy next to me, hahahaha! No wonder the investigation was so inefficient, I should have killed him long ago!! I should have killed you long ago!"

He charged forward suddenly, but because he hadn't rested well for a long time, the agile Fu Siming dodged him.

He missed his target and collapsed to the ground, as if all his strength had been drained, unable to get up.

Fu Siming walked up to him, took back the crumpled photo, and prepared to leave.

His cold voice came from above, "You think you can get away with it just because An Ye is dead and you got the evidence? Jiang Jiayao, you're too naive. If I had known you would be abandoned so easily, I wouldn't have let you have the opportunity to hurt others. You should have been here four years ago. But thank you for the evidence you brought. One fall and you're never going to recover."

Just as his hand touched the cold doorknob, Jiang Jiayao behind him shouted.

"How exactly did you find An Qiming?"

This was his last question.

Fu Siming did not answer and walked out.

Back in Tiansheng, An Qiming, whom I mentioned earlier, was staring at that internationally renowned smuggler.

The father and son acted like strangers, and a rare hint of unease appeared in An Qiming's eyes.

And Ang, needless to say, was used to being free and unrestrained, coming and going without a trace, and felt an urge to scratch his head when stared at by the middle-aged man in front of him.

Fu Siming's appearance broke the eerie atmosphere in the room.

Seeing the two interacting like this, I couldn't help but smile. "What? Do you two need me to introduce you to each other?"

The awkward, sunny young man glared at Fu Siming, who was watching the spectacle unfold.

An Qiming spoke first, "Thank you for your help, Master Fu, which gave my son and me the opportunity to meet again."

"You're too kind. When you asked me about Ang's whereabouts earlier, I thought you had some ulterior motive. I didn't expect you to come to me on your own initiative."

Fu Siming once asked An Qiming to help him investigate Fu Yao's affairs, and the condition for the investigation was the whereabouts of Ang.

Unexpectedly, the two were father and son.

But upon closer reflection, it can be considered a case of the son following in his father's footsteps, as both of them are first-rate at intelligence gathering.

One is a domestic intelligence agent from twenty years ago, and the other is a notorious dark figure both at home and abroad.

Fu Siming realized the connection between the two when An Qiming approached him for the second time to discuss cooperation.

At the time, Jiang Jiayao was already in a position to be re-elected, which displeased many people in Jiangcheng. Unexpectedly, An Qiming came forward and provided a lot of evidence of Jiang Jiayao's crimes.

The person next to Jiang Jiayao was someone An Qiming had always arranged to be by his side.

Fu Siming left the father and son alone and returned to his office.

In the research lab, Song Xingyao walked to her office by memory, and Luo Luo immediately stepped forward and hugged her hand.

"Teacher Song, you're finally back!"

Seeing the girl's enthusiastic manner, she didn't want to lose her temper. Although she couldn't remember, she glanced at the table card.

I greeted her warmly.

"Have you had any problems lately?"

Luo Luo quickly waved her hand, "No, no! Professor Xu said it wasn't meant to disturb your vacation, so we discussed the issues with each other."

Luo Luo spilled out a lot of things that Song Xingyao couldn't remember.

Song Xingyao responded to each of them.

After circling the office a few times, I found only a simple analysis report on the table, without any additional experimental information.

She searched around and found only one building block part in the drawer, besides some everyday items.

I picked it up and looked at it. It looked like an accessory for some kind of miniature landscape. Why would I have this in my office?