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When Ling Chen returned to the police station, there weren't many people in the station. She walked straight to Yan Qirui's office and saw him sitting at his desk. Lifting his head and glancing at Jian Fan, Yan Qili gestured for Jian Fan to sit down before pushing a document in front of Jian Fan.

"Xiaofan." Yan Qirui said, "Zhou Tong is back."

"I know." Jane Fan nodded, "Uncle Yan, this is the reason why I came to find you."

"You want us to help you hide the truth?" Yan Qirui asked. Seeing the hesitation in Jian Fan's eyes, he said, "Xiaofan, Zhou Tong can't stay in our police station any longer." I'm preparing to transfer her to the Sha Lai district's sub-bureau. Isn't her relationship with Ye Han good? With Ye Han taking care of her, you should be able to rest at ease. "

"No, Uncle Yan." Jian Fan shook his head and looked at Yan Qirui's surprised expression. He licked his lips and said after a long while, "Uncle Yan, Tongtong obviously knows more about this than what we want her to know. If we had rashly transferred her, she might have thought we suspected her of having something to do with her father's murder. At that time, I'm afraid she will choose to resign! "

"Well, opting to resign is also a good idea." Yan Qirui looked at Jian Fan. "Xiaofan, although the police didn't ask for the police officers' families not to commit crimes. However, if the police are unable to break away from her criminal relatives, they will have to be transferred to other civilian positions or be persuaded to leave! "

"Uncle Yan." Jane Fan looked at Yan Qirui, "I don't want Tongtong to leave. If she leaves the station, she'll have nothing. "

"Then, let her go to the sandbank!" Yan Qirui gave the order and looked at Jian Fan. "Xiaofan, this is the only choice."

"Then Uncle Yan, the people from the Bureau won't tell Zhou Tong the truth, right?" Jian Fan didn't want Zhou Tong to know that her father was in such a terrible situation, and he also didn't want her to know that her father had come looking for him, but he didn't have the time to protect her father.

"Nope." Yan Qirui promised that the police officers were loyal and confidential as their first rule, and that no one would divulge any information about the prisoner to anyone.

Jian Fan heaved a sigh of relief. He smiled gratefully at Yan Qirui and picked up the buzzing phone.

"Uncle Yan, Tongtong is awake." Seeing the letter on his phone, Jian Fan frowned.

"I'll go with you to see her." Yan Qirui drove Jian Fan to the hospital in his car. Jian Fan wore a faint smile on his face, while Yan Qirui's originally icy and imposing face now had traces of gentleness on it.

The hospital was very quiet. When Jian Fan and the others arrived outside Zhou Tong's room, they could only hear her shallow breathing and the cold sigh of the night.

"Big brother?" Jian Fan said. Ye Han walked up to the door and opened it.

Only then did Jian Fan and the others manage to take a good look at her. Her face was deathly pale and she seemed to have realized something. She bit her lips and felt like she was about to cry.

"Ye Han, come with me!" Yan Qirui called Ye Han away, leaving only Jian Fan and Zhou Tong in the room.

Jian Fan closed the door, poured a cup of water, and placed it beside Zhou Tong, "Tongtong, where did you go? Why did you return so late? "

"Little Fan …" Zhou Tong looked up at Jian Fan, tears streaming down his face.

Jian Fan panicked and immediately wiped her tears away with a tissue. However, Zhou Tong's tears seemed to be unable to be wiped clean as they soaked the paper. Only when the fifth piece of paper was completely soaked did she sniff and retract her tears.

Jian Fan let out a long breath, "Tongtong, are you alright?"

"I'm fine." Zhou Tong's eyes were filled with desolation. If her father wasn't here anymore, then how much better could she be?

"Yes." You have to take care of your body. This time, you're not going back, right? " This time, when Zhou Tong came back, she actually felt like she was running out of words. The two of them had been giggling and talking, but now that they were sitting across from each other, she had to consider how to use words. This kind of low-pressure atmosphere made her feel somewhat uncomfortable.

"I'm not leaving!" Zhou Tong shook her head and began crying in Jian Fan's arms, "Xiaofan, why? Why? Why did my father come back? And why would he die in the land where I work? If I had cared more about him, he probably wouldn't have been killed, would he? "

Zhou Tong cried until her voice was hoarse, every word was like a knife stabbing into Jian Fan's heart.

If she had made people pay more attention to Zhou Fu, he might not have died in a foreign land, and Tongtong might not have lost her closest family member.

"Tongtong. A person cannot be revived. " Jian Fan patted Zhou Tong's shoulder, repeating the words that she felt pale.

Zhou Tong couldn't respond to her, and could only cry. Right now, she was no different from the girl who had just received the news. She was powerless and could only use her tears to pay tribute to her unfortunate father!

Zhou Tong cried very sorrowfully, while Jian Fan's nose was extremely sore.

She hugged Zhou Tong. Many times she wanted to cry with her, but in the end she sniffed to calm herself down.

Tongtong's mental state was currently very poor. If she were to fall down, who would be able to take care of her?

Outside the door, Ye Han and the others looked at the situation and walked to the corner of the corridor.

There were very few people coming and going. Yan Qirui's hawk-like eyes were locked onto Ye Han. "You really didn't tell her anything?"

Yan Qirui didn't suspect that for no reason at all. The atmosphere just now was truly strange. If it wasn't for the fact that he was disheartened, Zhou Tong definitely wouldn't have treated Ye Han with such an attitude.

"I didn't. "It's a serious matter." Ye Han shook his head, "Tongtong and I are already divorced. She had an abortion for me!"

Yan Qirui's expression turned cold. Looking at his beloved general, he let out a long sigh. "Ye Han, I have already decided to transfer Zhou Tong to the Sha and Tang District. You must take good care of her!"

"Alright!" Ye Han nodded. Back then, he had let Zhou Tong down, and he should have made up for it.

The two men agreed on everything and returned to their rooms. Zhou Tong had fallen asleep with tears still on her face. Jian Fan was wiping her face, hands, and arms with a handkerchief.

Seeing the two enter, Jian Fan shushed them. Then he put down the towel and walked in front of Yan Qirui.

"Big brother, take care of Tongtong. I'll go back and tidy up my room. When Tongtong is discharged, I'll let her stay at my place! "

"Alright." Ye Han hoped that Zhou Tong could return to his house, but he was afraid of causing her old injuries, so he could only nod helplessly.

When Jane Fan and Yan Qirui left the hospital, Yan Qirui brought Jane Fan to her apartment and helped her clean it up.

"Uncle Yan." My son's basketball game is tomorrow. " Jane Fan poured a cup of hot water and sat on the sofa.

"Right." Yan Qirui nodded. He and Little Tian had not spoken for many days. He wondered if the father and son duo could still have such a tacit understanding in this basketball game.

"Uncle Yan, there are too many misunderstandings between you and Lil 'Tian." Jian Fan sighed and looked at Yan Qili doubtfully. "The appearance of Little Tian was out of fear that I would get hurt. He didn't mean to destroy the scene." Moreover, as a junior rookie police officer, many people will make mistakes like this! "

"But he's my son, he shouldn't have made such a mistake!" Yan Qili said angrily.

I am so mighty, my son is so cowardly, what kind of sin did he have in his previous life?

"Uncle Yan …" "You gave him too much pressure, which is why he looks like this. "Since you want him to be a good cop, you should treat him as if he were us. Is that not okay?"

"Let me, let me think." Yan Qirui still had an unsightly expression on his face, but Jian Fan could see from his softening tone that he was conceding.

With a faint smile on her face, she called Pan Wenfang and told her that she would go over for dinner tonight.

In the evening, Yan Qirui drove Jane Fan to the provincial garden. Jian Fan held a big fruit basket in his hand while Yan Qirui followed closely behind her. The two of them went upstairs. Yan Shaotian deserved to be at the door. He was overjoyed to see Jian Fan. However, when he saw the person following behind her, his expression immediately turned cold. He turned around and fled to his bedroom.

"Mom, I'm full. Not tonight. " With a loud bang, Yan Shaotian shut the door to his room with Yan Qirui.

Pan Wenfang sighed, went up to take the fruit basket, and said politely.

Jian Fan, on the other hand, giggled as he held her arm and acted all cute, saying that he was embarrassed to be a freeloader and using the cheapest things in exchange for the most expensive delicacies.

Pan Wenfang laughed heartily and pulled Jian Fan to the bedroom to see the new clothes she bought for her.

Jian Fan glanced at Yan Qirui. Yan Qirui gave a cold snort before walking up to Yan Shaotian's door and lightly knocked on it.

"Mom, I said I'm not hungry. I'm really not eating anymore! " Yan Shaotian thought it was his mother knocking on the door, looking dispirited as she put on her slippers.

But there was no answer, just a stubborn knock on the door.

Could it be Little Fan?

Yan Shaotian's eyes flashed with a hint of burning desire. With a slight smile, he quickly ran to the door and pulled it open, "Sister Fan, I understand. You're afraid I'm hungry, but when I'm with my dad, I feel guilty about not being able to eat. Just let me stay in my room. "

Yan Shaotian's dispirited expression entered Yan Qili's eyes. Just as he was about to reprimand him, he suddenly thought of the gentleness that Jian Fan had mentioned.

Trembling hands caressed Yan Shaotian's hair, Yan Qirui opened his mouth and said, "What kind of guilt is there for a man like you to hide in a house and starve to death? If you really feel guilty, then eat this meal and work hard in tomorrow's basketball game and the work that follows! "

"Dad? How could it be you? " Surprised, Yan Shaotian took a step back. Looking at the huge palm in the air being retracted by Yan Qirui, a trace of regret flashed across his eyes.

"Why can't it be me?" Yan Qirui coughed awkwardly. This was the first time he had so disgraced himself by coming into contact with Yan Shaotian.

"I thought you wouldn't knock on my door. After all, you hate me to death!" Yan Shaotian said calmly. The injury in his eyes was so obvious. Yan Qili sighed and tried to comfort him, but somehow it turned into a reprimanding tone. "If you weren't so rash, how could I have hated you?"