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When several policemen heard this, they looked at each other, and one of them spoke to Mo Ci.

"Don't worry, we will investigate thoroughly. Any criminal will be brought to justice."

"That's good, that's good, thank you for your hard work," Mo Ci said as he walked out. But when he reached the door, he stopped again and tried to look embarrassed as he looked at the police over there.

"Comrade police officer, could you please give me a ride? It's late at night, and I'm... not convenient."

Although Mo Ci tried his best to act awkward, it was difficult to change a person's temperament. Fortunately, it was getting dark now and he was standing at the junction of light and darkness again.

Coupled with Qian Fugui's bronze skin, it was unexpected that people could see his embarrassment.

"I'll take you back."

Someone spoke and walked over with the car keys. Mo Ci kept saying thank you until he got into the car. Only then did Mo Ci let out a long sigh, using the child's help to block his view.

He is really not good at disguising himself, and it is rare for him to be able to do this.

Fortunately, the policeman driving the car didn't say anything. He just silently sent Mo Ci downstairs and only said one sentence when Mo Ci turned and entered the corridor.

"I'll notify you when the case has a result. You'd better not tell anyone the details."

Mo Ci turned his back to the policeman, his face calm as he replied, "Okay, thank you for your help, officer."

Just like that, Mo Ci entered the corridor under the watchful eyes of the police, and then successfully returned to the room and turned on the light, and only then did the police downstairs leave.

At this moment in the room, Mo Ci was staring at his four-year-old child. The child was quite well-behaved. Not only did he not cry when he was woken up, but he also did not make a fuss when he was taken with him all the way.

Even now, when Mo Ci put him on the bed, he just looked at Mo Ci obediently with his big eyes open.

Mo Ci sat aside and looked at the child. Qian Fugui and his wife were not of outstanding appearance. They looked like ordinary people with yellowish skin.

But this child is very fair, with big eyes and long eyelashes. Although he is still young, his facial features already show the beauty of the future.

Although Mo Ci has never raised a child, he knows that what a child looks like has a lot to do with the parents.

Of course, we cannot rule out the possibility that the hair grows only in beautiful places, or that it is inherited from previous generations.

But at the moment, Mo Ci is somewhat doubtful whether this child is Qian Fugui's child.

Of course, he was just doubting it in his heart. After sitting quietly for a while, Mo Ci had no choice but to coax him.

"Do you want to sleep a little longer?"

It’s not even five o’clock yet. Children sleep a lot, so they should sleep a little longer, right?

Besides, Qian Fugui still has work to do. Mo Ci frowned slightly when he thought of Qian Fugui's job as a porter.

This kind of purely physical work is very tiring, and it is not easy to take care of children.

"Dad, you go to sleep. You are tired and need to sleep."

A tender child's voice came out of the child's mouth. He patted the bed under him, motioning Mo Ci to come and sleep. He then rolled inside and looked at Mo Ci with his bright big eyes.

When Mo Ci saw this, he sighed in his heart, got up, turned off the lights, and lay down on the bed.

Not long after he lay down, the child beside the bed rolled into Mo Ci's arms. Feeling the child's movement, Mo Ci's body stiffened and it took a while to soften.

In the darkness, Mo Ci's brows were twisted into a knot, but the child stretched out his little hand and gently patted Mo Ci's chest, speaking softly.

"Daddy, don't be afraid. I'll be with you. Don't be afraid of the police, they're here to catch the bad guys. I'm not a bad guy, and neither is Dad. We don't have to be afraid..."

Listening to this soft little voice, Mo Ci gradually relaxed, and mentally reminded himself that he had to get used to this kind of interaction.

Just like that, the father and son fell asleep in each other's arms.

The next day, Qian Fugui's biological clock woke Mo Ci up. Mo Ci felt his chest was heavy. He looked up and saw that most of the child's body was lying on him.

Mo Ci gently moved the child away, sat up, tidied himself up, then picked up the house key and knocked on the door of another house on the same floor.

"Sister Lin, I have to trouble you to take care of my Yi Jin again."

Qian Fugui's child is named Qian Yijin. It is obviously impossible for Qian Fugui and his wife to come up with such a name given their cultural background. The name comes from an old man that Qian Fugui's wife met when she was giving birth.

Someone in the old man's family happened to be giving birth in the hospital and was thinking about a name for the child. After hearing this, Qian Fugui shamelessly went to ask for a name.

Fortunately, the other party was easy to talk to, and in just a few words, he decided on a name for the child, Qian Yijin.

And this Mrs. Lin was also Qian Fugui's neighbor who he paid to take care of his children after he stayed here for a while.

When Mrs. Lin saw the key that Mo Ci brought over, she reached out to take it, looking at Mo Ci worriedly.

"After what happened to you yesterday, why don't you stay home for a few days? Stay with your son and don't scare him."

"It's about making money, and you don't need a day or two. If you delay the child, it will be a lifetime problem."

"Fugui, don't think I'm talking too much. What happened last night hasn't come to a conclusion yet, right? I advise you not to go out recently. Staying with your family is better than anything else."

Mo Ci listened to Mrs. Lin's advice and knew that she meant well, so he nodded and spoke.

"I know. I'm just going to talk about it today. I won't be going recently. Yi Jin is still sleeping, and I'm worried that he'll wake up and cry if he doesn't see anyone."

"Sister Lin, please take care of me for a while. I'll be back soon."

When Mrs. Lin saw Mo Ci's plan, she immediately nodded in agreement and said, "That's right. There's no end to making money."

"Family is more important. Okay, go ahead. I'll be watching Yijin. Don't worry."

"Then I'll trouble you, Sister Lin," Mo Ci said with a smile and thanked her. Sister Lin just waved her hand.

"Well, neighbors take care of each other. Why are you thanking me? It's not like you didn't pay me. Go quickly and come back soon to look after Yi Jin."

Mo Ci waved at the other party and turned to leave the corridor.

Mrs. Lin was left looking at his back. She first admired Mo Ci for being able to listen to advice, but then she frowned in confusion and muttered to herself.

"This Fugui, why does it feel a little different..."

Muttering to herself, she turned around and went back to her room to make breakfast, and also made a portion for Qian Yijin.

On the other side, Mo Ci did not go to ask for leave, but to resign.