“Mr. Huo, I’ll try my best. Please tell me in detail what happened that night, and I’ll try to guide you through a reenactment,” the psychologist said.

Huo Beixiao nodded, trying hard to recall every detail of what happened that night.

After he finished speaking, the psychologist had him lie down in the chair again.

The world gradually quieted down, and Huo Beixiao felt as if he had returned to that night...

When he opened his eyes again, he was slightly confused looking at the unfamiliar doctor's clinic.

When he sat up, the psychiatrist noticed he was awake. "Mr. Huo, how did you sleep?"

Huo Beixiao had no interest in answering the doctor's pleasantries. He looked at the doctor and asked, "Doctor, were the things I dreamed about just now what actually happened that night?"

The doctor shook his head and said, "Not necessarily. What you dream about could be a replay of real memories deep within your brain."

It could also be the process of something you've imagined countless times, the way you hope it will happen.

Huo Beixiao frowned slightly, meaning that even after undergoing hypnosis, what he saw in his dream still couldn't prove his innocence.

It seems that there are some truths he can only learn from Jiang Yiran.

But he doesn't believe a single word Jiang Yiran is saying now.

He had to find a way to get Jiang Yiran to tell him the truth.

After leaving the psychologist's clinic, Huo Beixiao made an appointment with Yue Jinchen, "Cousin, I'd like to ask you for a favor."

Looking at Huo Beixiao's haggard face, Yue Jinchen couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "Go on."

"I want to find out what Jiang Yiran did after she went to Hong Kong, and who she contacted," Huo Beixiao said.

Upon hearing this, Yue Jinchen's face showed a hint of relief. "You've finally figured it out. You should have investigated her thoroughly before you brought her back..."

After saying that one sentence, Yue Jinchen didn't say anything more, only saying, "I'll contact someone in Hong Kong to help you check."

"Just wait for news."

"Thank you, cousin."

Three days later, Yang Qiaoqiao took Lin Xiaohui and the two children to the airport, and Qiao Haifan went with them.

As Yang Qiaoqiao walked into the airport again, she couldn't help but think of the scene from her last visit to this airport.

When she went back last year with Huo Beixiao, the two little ones were too young, so she entrusted them to Su Pan and Grandpa and Grandma Xia for care.

At that time, although she was busy, as soon as she opened her eyes, the man was there to take good care of her.

Happiness unconsciously spread through her heart.

A year has passed, and everything has changed.

I wonder when I'll hear from Rong Jinxin. Maybe by the time he finds out, she and Huo Beixiao will have already gotten their divorce certificate.

As Yang Qiaoqiao was thinking, she suddenly saw a familiar figure come into view.

Although she had just been thinking about this man, Yang Qiaoqiao still felt a little uncomfortable when he appeared in front of her now.

However, the man had already walked up to her, so she couldn't pretend not to see him.

She looked up at the man and asked, "Is there something you need?"

Huo Beixiao's deep eyes, when he looked at Yang Qiaoqiao, were filled with heartbreak and hurt.

Yang Qiaoqiao's heart skipped a beat uncontrollably.

This man used to show this expression whenever Huo Beixiao was jealous or she was angry.

And every time she saw him like this, she couldn't help but soften her heart.

She quickly controlled her habitual emotions, straightened her expression, and looked at the man coldly.

"I'm here to help you and the child move your luggage," Huo Beixiao said, his voice sounding a little aggrieved, like a big dog trying to please its owner.

Yang Qiaoqiao's heart clenched again.

Qiao Haifan, standing nearby, felt an overwhelming sense of crisis and quickly protected Yang Qiaoqiao and An Anle's luggage, saying, "Mr. Huo, we can carry our own luggage, so we won't trouble you."

Qiao Haifan stared directly at Huo Beixiao.

Huo Beixiao glanced at him only once before his gaze returned to Yang Qiaoqiao.

But his cold face showed even more sadness and hurt. He even pursed his lips before saying to Yang Qiaoqiao, "Qiaoqiao, I know I'm not qualified, but I want to do something for you and the child."

Standing at Yang Qiaoqiao's feet, Lele, who was tugging at Yang Qiaoqiao's trouser leg, felt a little sorry for his father when he saw him like this.

The little one tugged at Yang Qiaoqiao's trouser leg, looked up, and stared at Yang Qiaoqiao with a pair of bright, watery eyes. "Mommy, Daddy, you're so pitiful."

Yang Qiaoqiao: ...

When she looked at Huo Beixiao again, she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows slightly.

It has to be said that Huo Beixiao has quite the talent for being a "green tea" (a manipulative woman), easily coaxing his silly son.

"Huo Junmu!"

Just as Yang Qiaoqiao was about to speak, a clear, childlike voice from the other side of her trouser leg snapped, "Are you stupid? He's pitiful!"

When we are kidnapped and tortured by bad people, aren't we pitiful?

He sheltered the bad guys who kidnapped and tortured us; he doesn't deserve to be our father!

An'an, hands on her hips, scolded her silly younger brother with a look of utter disappointment, "Huo Junmu, didn't I tell you that feeling sorry for a man will bring you bad luck for life? Don't you pity him?"

Although he is already a year and a half old, Lele's language skills are no match for his older sister's.

The little guy watched as his older sister's lips moved rapidly, and words came out of her mouth like a machine gun.

He didn't even get a chance to interject until his sister finished scolding him. Then, with a pale face, the little guy waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "No, not pitiful, Lele, pitiful."

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