Jiu Ye, your little ancestor doesn't want to take responsibility

Jian Yunzhang was taken away.

It was the middle of the night, and the entire Jian family was alarmed.

Mu Yunzhu went downstairs in her bathrobe, and the police car had already left.

Jian Muye leaned on the sofa, his face full of dejection.

"Makino, you actually called the police to arrest your biological father?"

Mu Yunzhu looked at her son in shock, unable to understand:

"That's your dad!"

"What will our Jian family do if something happens to him?"

Jian Muye stared straight at the light above the living room:

"Didn't you secretly transfer the property behind his back? Why do you care about him?"

Mu Yunzhu said directly:

"I don't care about him. I care about the Jian family and you. He is still your father. It would be bad for you if something happened to him at this time."

Mu Yunzhu took out her phone and said:

"No, I have to contact your dad's lawyer."

Jian Muye said with a face full of pain:

"He colluded with my uncle's enemies and stole Nan Sheng's child. It's so cold out here, I wonder if the child is dressed warmly enough. If... that's a life, Nan Sheng and my uncle won't let him go."

"You only care about money and would rather use these shady means to rob people than believe I can do it."

"Having parents like you makes me very miserable and disappointed."

Mu Yunzhu acted as if she didn't hear anything and had already dialed the lawyer's number.

Jian Muye closed his eyes.

The whole night passed without any news of the child.

Lin Feng, Shen Yien, Song Ke, Song Xu and Jian Muye searched back and forth at the international airport several times, but to no avail.

They even went to the train station to look for it, but of course there was nothing to look for.

The police did find golden hair in Jian Yunzhang's house in the western suburbs, and also used Doyle's photo to confirm from a servant who did not want to reveal his name that the blond man Jian Yunzhang met was Doyle.

However, Jian Yunzhang insisted that he did not know the man's name was Doyle, and repeatedly emphasized that he had been deceived, and resolutely refused to admit that he had anything to do with the child's kidnapping.

An Nansheng kept his eyes open until dawn.

After running all night, Jian Muye, Shen Yien and the other four were exhausted, but no one complained of being tired, and each one was more dejected than the other.

Song Ke was too embarrassed to go in, so he slapped himself outside.

Then he squatted by the door, hugging his knees.

If we had opened the blanket and checked the child when we received him/her, we would have discovered in time that the child had been switched and perhaps we could have gotten the child back.

Shen Yien patted her on the shoulder:

"It has nothing to do with you. They've made up their minds to snatch the child. If it's not today, it will be tomorrow. No one can be absolutely sure."

Song Ke felt guilty and didn't want to talk. It was so cold last night. She wondered if those people had dressed the young master warmly.

It’s such a long night, and such a small baby must be hungry.

Do those bastards know how to take care of children? Do they know how to make milk powder? Do they know what kind of milk powder babies eat?

Have you changed his diaper into a clean and comfortable one?

Thinking of this, Song Ke's heart tightened.

She buried her face deeply in her arms. She was usually a tough girl, but now she was secretly crying.

An Nansheng couldn't eat.

The An family's servant brought her breakfast, but she couldn't eat a single bite.

Even if I forced myself to put it in my mouth, I couldn't swallow it.

As time went by, everyone became more and more uneasy.

Everyone had the same terrible thought, but no one dared to say it out loud.

Seeing them coming back dejected, An Nansheng said nothing.

She took the phone and typed a line of words in the already opened dialog box:

If your son goes there, you must bring him back.