Yu Wen paused for a moment, then said, "I understand what you mean. I also know that finding the murderer is a very difficult thing, but as long as I can still walk, I will not give up. Goodbye."
He turned and walked out of the house.
Although Feng Guang felt that his back view was indeed pitifully lonely, he dared not say anything more about sympathy.
Duan Gao sighed, "I never thought that the book I wrote would actually happen in reality. I'm afraid the police will come knocking on my door soon."
"Dad, you don't need to think so much," Duan Mu comforted him. "The two cases that happened in the hotel could also be that the murderer copied the crimes after reading your book."
"If that's the case... then I'll also have to take responsibility for the two people who died."
Feng Guang also said, "Uncle, this has nothing to do with you. You're not the one who killed the person. The one who should bear the responsibility is the murderer. It's like if someone falls off their bicycle, they can't blame the bicycle, can they?"
"Fengguang is right, you don't need to put too much pressure on yourself."
Duan Gao smiled and said, "With you two young people speaking up for me, I feel much better. By the way, this is Miss Xia's first time visiting my home. Let me get you a glass of water."
Before Feng Guang could even wave his hand and say no, Duan Gao had already walked into the kitchen.
“Your dad is so enthusiastic…” Feng Guang exclaimed, glancing at the room again, “And all these jingling decorations are so romantic.”
“Besides writing, my dad just likes collecting these things.” Duan Mu looked down at her and said, “He said that listening to these pleasant sounds gives him more inspiration.”
Feng Guang didn't think so. If she were to create something... she would prefer it to be as quiet as possible. Suddenly, she saw a photograph on the table. She recognized the man in the photo as a much younger Duan Gao, but the beautiful woman... she asked curiously, "Is this your mother?"
"Yes." The smile disappeared from Duan Mu's eyes. "But not anymore."
Why do you say that?
“Back when my father was not yet famous, she couldn’t stand such a poor life, so she left with another man and never came back.”
Feng Guang couldn't help but bite her finger, realizing she had asked a very bad question.
Seeing her cautious look, Duan Mu smiled and said, "Don't worry, it's all in the past, I won't feel sad."
"Mmm..." she responded softly.
Duan Mu wanted to hug her, but Duan Gao had already come out, so he had to give up and instead patted her head. By evening, Duan Mu had left in a daze and then sent her back.
As they parted, in the afterglow of the setting sun, Duan Mu kissed her forehead, saying, "I'll pick you up tomorrow to go out and have fun."
"Okay, see you tomorrow." She smiled sweetly and nodded, then waved to him and happily ran into the Xia family's gate.
As happy she was, Xia Chao, sitting in the living room, was equally unhappy. But now Feng Guang was completely ignoring him, going upstairs to her room without even saying hello.
The Xia Dynasty became even angrier.
The next day was a cool day. Feng Guang, who had dressed up early, sat in her room playing on her phone, waiting for Duan Mu to pick her up. As soon as her phone rang, she answered it immediately, "Duan Mu, when are you coming?"
"Miss Xia..."
She paused for a moment when she heard the voice, "Yao Feng, why are you calling me with Duan Mu's phone?"
Yao Feng's voice was very urgent, "Duan Mu has been taken away by the police. They say he is suspected of murder. He forbade me to tell you about it, but I really have no other choice but to tell you. I want to ask if you can find a way to help Duan Mu."
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