Imagine if Yue Zhongqi hadn't been sharp enough to spot him slacking off and pulled him out, wouldn't Nie Zhao have been crushed to death by his father's coffin? His life, filled with trepidation and walking on thin ice, would have ended so absurdly.
After hanging up the phone, Nie Zhao told Chen Rou about the incident again, feeling both angry and scared, but also helpless.
After all, Liang Lisheng meant well. He was furious, but he couldn't bring himself to scold him.
Today the weather was clear and cloudless. It was specially coordinated that at each intersection on the road to the seaside, there were only traffic police and Nie's own security team. The vehicles moved forward without any hindrance.
Although it was a funeral, everyone except Nie Zhao was in good spirits. Only Boss Nie, who had almost lost his life and narrowly escaped death, fell into endless internal strife, feeling sorry for himself and doubting himself.
It was at this moment that Chen Rou suddenly asked, "Do you know what time A Yuan and I arrived at the scene on the day the British army apologized?"
While in his father's arms, A-Yuan suddenly raised his hand, made an eight-shaped gesture, and smiled at his father.
Nie Zhao frowned: "Eight o'clock, why are you there so early?"
Ah Yuan wanted to say something, but found that things seemed a bit complicated, so he looked to his mother and asked her to explain.
Chen Rou wanted to tell the story of what happened to Battalion Commander Zhao that day, because she wanted to try to help Nie Zhao resolve his inner conflicts and eliminate his tendency to get easily frustrated and self-destructive. In other words, she wanted to give him some positive energy and vitality!
As fate would have it, Nie Zhao also wanted to know what she and Battalion Commander Zhao were chatting so happily about that day.
So his internal conflict vanished the moment Chen Rou brought up the topic.
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