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Ling Chen drove back to the restaurant, but Jane Fan was no longer there.

Looking at the message she left him, Ling Chen smiled lightly and put it in his pocket.

After Ling Chen left, Jian Fan finished his Soup Dumplings and his soy milk. After hurriedly cleaning up, she received a call from Yan Qirui. The general meaning was about the news this morning, and he hoped that Jane Van would return to the police station as soon as possible.

Since it was impossible for Jian Fan to do so, he left a note for Ling Chen and took a taxi back to the police station.

The atmosphere in the police station was very strange. The moment she entered, there were people who wanted to remind her of something.

Before he could finish his words, he was coldly glared at by Yan Qili. He no longer dared to say anything and obediently went back to his seat.

Jian Fan walked to Yan Qirui's side. Yan Qirui nodded his head and brought her into the office.

The computer in the office was turned on, and Yan Qirui did not seem to have any relevant plans. Through the bits and pieces of sounds, Jane Fan knew that it was because of the farce he had made yesterday.

"Director Yan, I was in the wrong yesterday. I can apologize publicly. " Jian Fan sighed. If this matter wasn't bad, Yan Qirui wouldn't have found her.

"No, you don't have to apologize." Yan Qirui frowned. "Those reporters were indeed involved in this rumor. Even if they put Ling Chen's threatening video on the internet, they would be immediately banned by the relevant authorities. I've called you here not for that, but for Little Tian's matter. He's been missing since yesterday's match. Do you know where he went? "

"He didn't go home?" Jian Fan frowned, his beautiful eyes filled with worry.

When Yan Qirui saw her like this, he immediately understood that she didn't know Yan Shaotian's address, so he could only tell her to contact Yan Shaotian for him before he took Jian Fan out.

As soon as Jian Fan left, the quiet office immediately became lively. No one dared to gossip in front of Yan Qili, but the incessantly beating sound of penguins on the table did not stop. He muted the QQ, then opened up the inner group and saw various kinds of care from everyone.

Some asked if the reporters were still maliciously slandering her, while others asked if the police had punished her.

Seeing the caring expressions of his colleagues, Jane Fan faintly smiled, raised her hand and typed a few words before turning off the computer.

"Director Yan, I'll go out and take care of it now." When Jane Fan knocked on the door, Yan Qirui opened it and nodded his head slightly. She then left the police station cleanly, leaving the concerned people behind.

When Yan Qirui saw Jian Fan leave, he immediately wrote a transfer order and applied for Zhou Tong to be transferred to the Sha and Jin district's sub-bureau.

The transfer order was quickly approved. Yan Qirui immediately picked up his phone and contacted Zhou Tong. However, he didn't know what had happened to Zhou Tong's phone. He had been calling for a long time, but there was still no answer. Finally, it directly showed that the phone was turned off. Yan Qirui frowned as an ominous premonition crawled into his mind. He immediately dialed Jane Fan's apartment, but still no one answered.

"Ye Han, go to Little Fan's apartment right now. "Let's go see Zhou Tong." Ye Han received the order to pick up his clothes and quickly rushed to Jian Fan's apartment. The apartment door was wide open, but it was a mess inside. He walked into Zhou Tong's room. It was a mess. Zhou Tong's clothes were thrown on the floor, but Zhou Tong was nowhere to be seen.

"Director Yan, Tongtong isn't in Xiaofan's apartment. Moreover, Xiaofan's apartment seems to have been illegally invaded. " When Ye Han informed Yan Qirui, Yan Qirui immediately brought people to look around and collected the evidence. He then ordered people to protect Jian Fan's apartment as if it was a crime scene.

As for Jian Fan, he arranged for him to stay at his own house to chat with the depressed Pan Wenfang.

Pan Wenfang, who was sitting on the chair, saw the frown on Jian Fan's face. She let out a long sigh, turned around, and walked into the room. When she came out again, she was holding an album in her hands. The album was very beautiful, but the cover was a little yellow. The old cover also showed that the album had a long history.

"Xiaofan, come with me to see your Lil 'Tian's little brother." Pan Wenfang opened the photo album. Inside were all the photos of Yan Shaotian. Some were from his childhood, some were from his primary school, and some even had the fresh, clean look he had before he went overseas to study. However, after he left the country, there were only a few photos in there. In the few photos, Yan Shaotian had a cool expression and rarely showed any signs of happiness.

"Xiaofan, look." Back then, if I didn't let him go abroad, wouldn't things have been much better? " Pan Wenfang picked out a photo. The edge of the photo was a little yellow, but the smile inside was especially brilliant. It was Yan Shaotian and Yan Qirui. Back then, they had a good father-son relationship. Little Tian was very obedient, and Yan Qirui had plenty of time to accompany them, their family and their happiness.

But then …

Thinking about the painful consequences of her promotion, Pan Wenfang let out a long sigh. She didn't know if letting Little Tian go abroad was the right thing to do or the wrong thing.

"Little aunt." Little Tian has always been a good girl. Maybe he just went out to play with his friends and will be back tonight. " As if she was responding to Jian Fan's words, her cell phone started to vibrate with a buzz. She picked it up and picked up the phone. Yan Shaotian's smiling voice could be heard from the other side.

"Sister Fan, are you looking for me?" I'm out playing with my friends. Yesterday's match was reported, so many of my old companions contacted me. We organized a reunion, last night went to the Internet cafe to play all night, my cell phone is out of battery, did not have time to inform you. How is my mother now? If it's not good, I won't dare to go back. "

Yan Shaotian explained the whole story very clearly. Although Jane Fan was angry, but remembering that she was also young and arrogant, he could only smile and give the phone to Pan Wenfang.

As soon as Pan Wenfang picked up the phone, her vision was filled with fog. Jian Fan immediately handed over a tissue.

She gratefully held it in her hand, but her speed of talking with Yan Shaotian did not slow down, "You damned brat, where did you go? "Today, little sister Fan is staying at our house. Come back quickly, I'll make lunch for you. You two should get together."

"Gather together? Mom, you're not drinking, are you? I almost threw up drinking with this bunch of grandsons! " Yan Shaotian cast aside his classmates who were lying on the floor. He could only sigh at how these youngsters had all turned into drunkards. Yesterday night, she had pestered him for endless questions. If he didn't answer, she would just pour wine into his mouth. He felt extremely uncomfortable!

"I don't drink. "Hurry up and come back. Mom will make you some hangover soup." Pan Wenfang sighed. She wanted to give a few more instructions, but the phone was suddenly grabbed by someone, "Little Aunt, since Little Tian is fine now." I'll drive right over and pick him up. Wait for me at home. We'll be back in two hours. "

"Right." Pan Wenfang nodded. At this moment, only Jian Fan could drive to pick up Little Tian.

Jian Fan walked downstairs with his phone and scolded Yan Shaotian before asking for his address.

Yan Shaotian's tongue was too strong. He mumbled a few words in a blur before fainting on the side. The cellphone also fell onto the sofa. It was pinned down by a person and hung up.

"This little one!" Jian Fan sighed and took out his phone to look for Yan Shaotian. After confirming his location, he immediately drove over.

Just as he hung up, Yan Shaotian's dazed state disappeared. He looked at his friends who were drunk as mud and sneered. Then, he picked up his mobile phone and put it in his pocket. He turned around and went to the bathroom. After taking care of himself, he stood by the door and hummed a song as he waited.

Not long after, someone brushed past him and lightly patted his shoulder. He raised his head to look at that person and frowned slightly.

Before he could say anything, Jian Fan's voice came from outside the door.

"Brother, do you not know how to walk? If you don't know how to drink, then don't drink. You've vomited all over me, can you afford to pay for it? " When Jian Fan arrived at the main hall, before he even asked Yan Shaotian where his room was, he heard loud noises coming from the bathroom. With a slight frown, she rushed to the scene immediately due to the sense of duty from the police. She saw Yan Shaotian being pressed to the toilet table by a valiant tattooed man.

"What do you want?" Jane Fan stepped forward and attacked the man's arm.

The man immediately escaped and looked at Jian Fan, his lips curling into an evil smile, "Who are you? It couldn't be this brat's girlfriend, right? Seeing that you're not young, why can't you control your own man? "

"What happened to him?" Jian Fan coldly looked at the man. Yan Shaotian was pressed down on the washstand. His face was pale, clearly having been suppressed for a very long time.

"What happened to him? He vomits my clothes! " The man looked at Jian Fan arrogantly, "I can see that you're rich too. Give me the money and I'll let him go now?"

"Give you the money?" With a sneer, Jane Fan took out her wallet and threw it at the man, at the same time slamming her elbow into his stomach. Her shoe landed on the man's foot, and with a single elbow, she made him bend over in pain. Jian Fan took the opportunity to grab his arm, and with a twist, it was dislocated.

"Send him to the Sandbank precinct." The servant did not dare to resist Jian Fan's words; what she had done just now was not for nothing. If it were him, he might even be finished in his next life. The waiter immediately called the police and helped the tattooed man into the car. He then immediately called a taxi.

As soon as Jian Fan came out with Yan Shaotian, the waiter immediately opened the car door.

"Thank you." Jian Fan thanked the waiter and brought Yan Shaotian back to the garden.

Pan Wenfang had been waiting at home for a while, and almost immediately rushed over when the doorbell rang.

Jian Fan carried Yan Shaotian on his back. Before he could ring the doorbell to wake Yan Shaotian, he heard Pan Wenfang's urgent voice.

"Xiaofan, you came back with Little Tian? "Hurry up and come in."

Pan Wenfang helped Jian Fan place Yan Shaotian on the bed. She poured him some sobered tea and made him feel better. Then, she brought Jian Fan and left the room. Jian Fan sat on the sofa and Pan Wenfang poured a cup of water for him. He mumbled to himself for a while, "Xiaofan, where did you find Little Tian?" "Don't ever tell your Uncle Yan."

"Yes." Jian Fan nodded his head. Just as he was about to say something, a muffled sound came from outside the door.

Immediately after that, the door was rudely opened. Yan Qirui walked in with a displeased look on his face. Where is he? "

Yan Qirui's expression was very unsightly. Pan Wenfang and Jian Fan looked at each other, and Jian Fan immediately went up to stop him, bringing him to the study room. On the other hand, Pan Wenfang went to Yan Shaotian's bedroom and helped him close the windows and put earplugs in his ears.

The relationship between father and son had already reached the point where they were at loggerheads. If she didn't stop a little bit more, who knew what kind of situation it would turn into!

Sighing, Pan Wenfang sat down beside Yan Shaotian. She picked up a towel to help him wipe his face and cochlea, and a transparent thread fell out from her body. She bent down and picked it up. When she saw the pendant on the transparent thread, she frowned. What kind of girl is Little Tian in love with? Why is this necklace so feminine?