"This is..." Yan Shuhan looked at the person in the photo, his eyebrows twisted slightly, his thin lips opened slightly, "Xiao Ling's best friend, Wen Yujia."

"Yes, when we investigated Ms. Yi before, we learned that the last person Ms. Yi saw before going abroad was Wen Yujia, so I paid attention to it. Unexpectedly, she was among the people who visited the apartment yesterday. ."

The secretary took the words and responded respectfully.

"She is Xiao Ling's best friend. I have seen her. It won't be Wen Yujia. What about the other three people?" Yan Shuhan removed Wen Yujia's photos and looked at the other pictures in his hand.

"Among the strange faces who entered and exited the apartment yesterday, there were only four people in total. Three of them were delivery workers. The rest was Wen Yujia. She seemed to be looking for someone, so she only stayed for a while and left."

The secretary was startled and explained.

Hearing this, Yan Shuhan squinted his evil eyes and pondered for a moment.

"Continue to investigate these three people, look at their backgrounds, who have been in contact with them recently, and, apart from these three people, all the people who appeared on our residential floor yesterday are all suspected and let me pay attention."

"Yes." The secretary respectfully nodded, and saw that Yan Shuhan had no other instructions before leaving.

Retiring to the door, from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the blood on the back of Yan Shuhan's hand. He paused and couldn't help but remind him.

"President, take care of your body. I believe Miss Yi would not want to see you so sad because of her affairs." The secretary didn't dare to speak more, after speaking, he turned and ran away.

"..." Yan Shuhan stayed in the room alone, and what flashed before his eyes was the picture of him having a fever in Rose Manor before, and she was staying beside him worriedly.

If he falls ill again now, will she come again?

He must be crazy, and he felt that as long as she was willing to stay with him, even if he was sick now, he would agree without hesitation.

Yan Shuhan turned around and walked to her bed, looking at the pillow on her bedside, his eyes moved slightly.

It was given to her by him, she said, no matter where she goes, she must bring his pillow to sleep...

Yan Shuhan took off his coat, threw it on the sofa, lay down on her bed, and put the pillow in his arms.

Her breath lingers in his nose, as if she is still by his side...

-

Yijia Villa.

The light in the room is always on.

"You act lightly, people finally fall asleep." Yan Ling gently covered Yi Xiaoling's quilt, put her favorite pillow for her to hold, then stood up from the bed and turned towards the room. Yi Haiyin said.

Yi Haiyin didn't speak, turned his head to look at his baby girl, and walked to Yan Ling's side and hugged her into his arms.

Yi Xiaoling fell asleep, but he was asleep, his eyebrows were kept tightly twisted.

As long as he heard a little movement, he would curl up in a circle nervously.

She looks like this, making people feel uneasy.

"Otherwise you can go back to the room yourself, I will stay here with her tonight." Yan Ling looked solemn.

What came to my mind was that gloomy night many years ago.

At that time, she hadn't met Yi Haiyin, and she suddenly encountered an accident, just like a frightened bird. Anyone approaching made her extremely panicked.

That kind of fear, even after so many years, she still deeply remembers...

She never thought that such a thing would happen to her daughter.