Hong Kong is in full swing

The assistant beside him asked cautiously, his voice full of hesitation.

Sometimes, such evidence may not be entirely motivated by good intentions.

Especially in the current complex situation, this evidence seems more like part of a plan.

Giving it at this time gives people a strong feeling that it was planned for a long time, making it difficult for people not to think of the worst.

"Use it."

Lin Jintong said firmly, "Since it is beneficial to us."

Although he still has many suspicions about the intentions behind this, now is obviously not the time to delve into these details. The most urgent task is to maximize the use of existing resources and gain more benefits for himself.

Holding the document, he turned to the window with a deep look in his eyes.

The scene outside the window seemed to echo his inner mood at the moment, appearing particularly heavy and complicated.

I hope that the person who provided the evidence will not become my opponent in the future.

He prayed silently in his heart.

After all, in this game that seems to be without gunpowder but is more dangerous than real guns and live bullets, any mistake may be fatal.

Shengzhou.

Huo Chuyan sat at the desk, his slender fingers gently holding the pen, looking at the paper on the table, his whole body exuding a powerful aura that could not be violated.

Baogui walked in from outside and said, "Mr. Huo, the things have been delivered as you requested."

There was a hint of respect in her tone.

"Ah."

He responded briefly.

Although the answer was brief, it was enough to show that he already knew and accepted the matter.

"I'm leaving."

After receiving a response, Baogui said goodbye softly.

So Baogui closed the door and went out.

The door made a slight sound when it closed, which was particularly clear in the empty study.

The lights in the study went out, and moonlight streamed in from the window.

Under the soft and quiet moonlight, the whole room seemed to be dyed with a dreamy color.

Huo Chuyan slowly crossed out the name "Lin Jintong".

The black line ran across the paper like an insurmountable chasm.

With the arrival of Cold Dew, the chill of autumn nights gradually deepens.

Meng Lingjun went to Duan Fei's residence to visit Duan Fei.

At this moment, her mood was very complicated.

On the one hand, I am worried about my friend's current situation, and on the other hand, I can't help but worry whether I will be implicated.

The counterfeiting case is still under investigation and he has not been convicted yet, but he has been ordered not to leave the city.

This situation is not good news for anyone, especially those who are at the center of public opinion.

Ever since the news about Wan Chengsui bribing Duan Fei to plot against Mei Shuying was exposed, he has been like a rat crossing the street, and everyone in Hong Kong Island is shouting at him.

During this period of time, he has faced not only legal pressure, but also fierce criticism from all walks of life. Every step he takes is like walking on thin ice.

Antique shops also often encountered trouble during this period.

Business is not as good as before, and there are various emergencies that need to be dealt with every day.

At one point, the shop window glass was even smashed. This malicious act undoubtedly made everyone feel terrified.

He was standing behind the window at the time, clinging to the crumbling shard of glass.

A sharp fragment flashed coldly in the air, almost cutting the back of his head.

He couldn't help but gasp, realizing with lingering fear that the outside world was becoming less safe.

It’s not safe outside, so I might as well stay at home.

The doors and windows were closed tightly, isolating themselves from the chaos outside.

The tranquility in the house seemed like a luxury, and only the occasional noise from afar made him feel a little uneasy.

When Meng Lingjun came to visit, their beagle Tangyuan had already smelled her scent from a distance and was circling around her excitedly, barking.

His tail wagged like a windmill, as if he wanted to express all his happiness to her.

The cheerful voice of the puppy is particularly vivid in this quiet villa.

Duan Fei saw this scene on the balcony. He saw Meng Lingjun skillfully unlock the combination lock and enter the yard carrying a bag of things.

He gently picked up Tangyuan, went downstairs, and said to it, "Your mother is here, let's go."

There was a hint of warmth in the words, but also a hint of helplessness.

The door of the villa opened. Meng Lingjun put the bag on the dining table and stood at the door, watching Duan Fei walk down the stairs step by step with the dog in his arms.

There were some complicated emotions in her eyes, but more of it was an indescribable loss.

Duan Fei noticed that her expression was not right and asked, "What's wrong? Are you in a bad mood?"

He tried to lighten the mood with a lighthearted tone, but he didn't know that the answer to the question was right in front of him.

Meng Lingjun still didn't say anything, just looked at him quietly.

This silence made the air heavier and heavier, almost making it hard to breathe.

Duan Fei lifted the dog in his arms and said, "Go ask Mom why she's unhappy."

As he spoke, he handed the glutinous rice balls to Meng Lingjun and asked in a puppy voice, "Mom, why are you ignoring me? Don't you love me anymore?"

This was his way of trying to diffuse the awkwardness with humor.

"I don't love you anymore."

Meng Lingjun finally spoke, her tone unusually calm, as if she was stating a fact.

Duan Fei was stunned for a moment, an expression of disbelief appeared on his face, then he turned around and covered Tang Yuan's ears, "Don't play such jokes on children."

There was a hint of nervousness in his voice, clearly not wanting to make the dog sad too.

Meng Lingjun lowered her eyes and looked at the Beagle in his arms, then reached out to take it.

"I'm not talking about dogs."

She added softly, her tone still calm, but with a determination that couldn't be ignored.

Duan Fei looked at her, a sense of doubt rising in his heart. He asked, "What do you mean?"

He tried to understand what she meant, but for a moment he couldn't fully understand what she said.

Meng Lingjun looked at him calmly, "What do you think?"

She asked back, the look in her eyes already giving the answer.

Duan Fei's fingers trembled slightly, and he had a bad feeling in his heart, "I don't understand, explain it to me clearly."

He said this almost subconsciously, but he already had a premonition in his heart.

Meng Lingjun stared at him intently and suddenly asked, "Duan Fei, have you ever loved me?"

Her voice was low and firm, as if she was asking a question that should have been asked a long time ago.

"In all the years I've been pursuing you, in the year we've been dating, have you ever truly loved me, even for a moment?"

Her voice gradually became hoarse and tears glistened in her eyes, as if every word she said was telling of the pain deep in her heart.

"Among those sweet words, which one do you really mean?"

She continued to ask, her eyes full of confusion and bewilderment.

"Did you really love me?"

She repeated the question again, her tone unnervingly calm.

Her eyes were full of anticipation, but also mixed with an irreversible determination.

Duan Fei was a little uneasy seeing her like this, "Of course I love you. If I didn't love you, would I have chased you for so many years and told you so much about myself? I really love you."