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"Please, go ahead. Search wherever you want, even tear the house apart." Before the plainclothes police could finish speaking, Qin Ze let them in. As the owner of the house, his consent was enough for the police to enter and collect evidence, even without a search warrant.
Lin Zhuo glanced at the person lying on the ground, showing no intention of calling for an ambulance. Instead, he instructed his team to start gathering evidence.
"Second Brother!" When Lin Lang saw Lin Zhuo, he instinctively hid his blood-stained hands behind him.
"Yes, we have filed a case regarding Qin Yang. Don't worry!" Lin Zhuo observed Lin Lang's small movements but chose not to expose him.
"Second Brother, where's my Su Umbrella?"
"It's still at the police station. The two countries are still negotiating. Winter is trying to play hardball for compensation. We're currently discussing whether to make it public so that the world remembers their wrongdoing."
"Alright, you all continue your discussion. I'll find a way to get them out of here. They have no shame, thinking they can demand compensation—what a joke."
"Sister, take me to see Mom!"
"Okay, let's go!"
Lin Zhuo noticed where Yan Kongyue was looking while speaking and guessed that Qin Yang was standing there. He stepped aside slightly to make room.
"Brother, you should come too!"
"Yeah, but... Mom..."
Qin Yang paused on the stairs. He understood what his brother wanted to say—his mother's health was poor. In this situation, if she knew he was gone, no one could guarantee what would happen.
But Yan Kongyue said confidently, "Don't worry; what you're afraid of won't happen with me here."
The door to the middle bedroom on the third floor was tightly shut. Qin Ze hadn't seen his mother in days; every time he came to visit her, Xu Anping would find various excuses to avoid him. Qin Ze felt that Xu Anping simply didn't want him to interrupt their little world together. But now, everything felt futile.
Thinking about his mother's condition, Qin Ze trembled as he pushed open the bedroom door. The room was dark and quiet, as if no one were inside at all.
He turned on the light and saw a frail woman lying on one side of a large bed, covered with a thin blanket. A faint scent filled the room—one that Yan Kongyue recognized well.
"Mom!" Qin Ze rushed to the bedside and knelt down.
The person on the bed stirred slightly, turned her head, and slowly opened her eyes. When she saw Qin Ze, she smiled weakly.
"Xiao Ze, it's you! I just dreamed about your brother; I thought he had come!" The woman looked very thin and pale. Upon seeing Yan Kongyue standing at the door, she instinctively tried to sit up but struggled several times without success until Qin Ze helped her sit up.
"Young lady, are you Xiao Yang's classmate?" Qin Dai Ruan's voice was soft and her smile gentle.
"Auntie, Xiao Yang sent me special medicine from abroad for your treatment," Yan Kongyue said as she stepped forward.
"Oh really? Xiao Yang sent you?" Tears shimmered in Qin Dai Ruan's eyes as she looked at Yan Kongyue. She had asked because Yan Kongyue looked about the same age as her younger son and was surprised to find it was true.
Qin Yang crouched in the corner, leaning against the wall, desperately trying to control himself and not let any sound of crying escape his lips.
Yan Kongyue rummaged through her small bag and pulled out a Porcelain Bottle, pouring out a red pill. She then took another brown pill from a small wooden box. Instantly, the fragrant aroma of the medicine filled the air, quickly overpowering the stench of decay in the room.
This medicine smells wonderful! Xiao Yang must have put in a lot of effort to find it!
"Yes, Auntie, your son is very filial!"
"Indeed, both children are wonderful!"
"Mom, let me pour you some water!"
"No, just take it like this; it will be more effective!" Yan Kongyue placed the pills into Qin Dai Ruan's palm.
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