Chi Yan lit a cigarette and leaned against the wall at the end of the hospital corridor.
Ji Huaishen had his back to him and looked into the distance through the narrow window.
“Brother, my men have found some things, but they are all related to your father.”
"Moreover, it's not entirely certain whether it's genuine or not."
Ji Huaishen pursed his thin lips, then suddenly said in a cold voice, "Speak."
Chi Yan took a drag of his cigarette and said slowly, "Twenty-three years ago, your father was very likely involved in a major anti-fan activity, or rather, CASO was an anti-fan organization back then."
"I learned about this from one of my subordinates."
“He was just a handyman at CASO when he overheard a conversation between his superiors, saying that your father planned to work with Ji Hanmu, brothers working together, to accomplish something great.”
"And that important matter is just like Zhou Guangbo's today."
Fan organizations worldwide have formed a vast network to build their own empire.
To do whatever one pleases.
Behind the scenes, they engage in illegal and highly profitable activities.
"However, I don't know if this is true or not. There is no evidence, and the person involved is no longer alive."
“But I always feel that there must be some connection between Mu Heng and CASO. If you want to investigate, you can start with your father.”
Hearing Chi Yan's words, Ji Huaishen frowned even more deeply.
His father?
Unexpectedly, this matter involved not only CASO, but also his father.
He seemed to understand why Lou Qinxue had said that.
Perhaps the truth is not a good thing for him.
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Mu Heng stood somewhat blankly in the ward, ladled a bowl of soup for Mu Xiaocheng, and said very seriously, "This is specially made for you by Aunt Zhuang. She has been cooking it for a long time by the stove, saying that it will nourish your qi and replenish your blood. You have to drink it all."
Mu Xiaocheng glanced at the contents of the bowl; it was dark and oily.
To be honest, just looking at it once didn't give her any appetite.
"Please put it down first, I'll drink it later."
Mu Heng had no chance of letting her have her way. Instead of putting down the bowl, he held it out to Mu Xiaocheng again.
"Drink it, it's a token of Aunt Zhuang's appreciation."
Mu Xiaocheng: "..."
But she really doesn't want to drink it!
She didn't speak, and neither did Mu Heng.
The two remained locked in a stalemate.
Why is her father so stubborn and inflexible?
Do we really have to make her drink it?
Mu Xiaocheng finally gave in. She reluctantly reached out, took the bowl of soup, scooped a spoonful, and put it in her mouth.
Hmm.
The taste seems pretty good.
She couldn't help but take another sip.
It tastes really good, very fresh, and it's exactly the kind of flavor she likes.
Aunt Zhuang's cooking skills are truly exceptional.
Seeing that Mu Xiaocheng had finished the soup in her bowl, Mu Heng couldn't help but smile like a father.
The little girl was fairly obedient; although she seemed a bit rebellious, she still listened to him.
Well, after all, she's his child. Blood is thicker than water, and he should take good care of her, both emotionally and logically.
Give her fatherly love.
This also makes up for his absence over the years.
Mu Heng's eyes darkened, and he said with some sadness, "You are a very smart child, and also very capable."
"Although I don't remember everything yet, don't worry, since you are my daughter, I will definitely take good care of you."
Upon hearing his words, Mu Xiaocheng suddenly felt a lump in her throat.
Her eyes stung, and she was about to cry again, being the pathetic person she was.
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