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

"Boss, it's almost eleven o'clock." Song Ke hesitated and said, "Fang Zhuo provided Doyle with the clue..."

"He is also an accomplice." An Nansheng said.

"I'm not pleading for him. You helped him before, but he actually helped Jian Yunzhang kidnap the young master. His conscience has been eaten by a dog."

Song Ke said:

"What I'm trying to say is that even though Fang Zhuo doesn't have much of a conscience, he does seem to have some. If we can incite him to betray us and get him to testify against Jian Yunzhang, can we then bring Jian Yunzhang to justice?"

An Nansheng shook his head:

"Fang Zhuo won't betray Jian Yunzhang. He's always been by Jian Yunzhang's side, so he's definitely involved in all the dirty work Jian Yunzhang did. If he accuses Jian Yunzhang, it's like confessing his crime, and he'll have to go to jail himself."

"With Fang Zhuo's slick and cunning personality, he would never betray Jian Yunzhang. That's why Jian Yunzhang kept him by his side."

"Like you said, Fang Zhuo has a conscience, but not much."

Song Ke gritted his teeth in anger: "Then just freeze him to death."

An Nansheng snorted coldly: "I won't freeze to death, don't worry."

After saying this, Lin Feng reported outside the door:

"Boss An, Boss Jian is here. He said he has something important to discuss with you."

Song Ke was surprised. "Boss, you are so accurate. Mr. Jian must be here for his father."

An Nansheng changed his clothes and went downstairs.

Old Mrs. An and Xu Xinci have already fallen asleep. Since having a child, all the lights in the An family have been replaced with softer lights that will not irritate the baby's eyes.

Jian Muye saw that she was wearing a loose cashmere sweater, oatmeal-colored wide-leg pants, and her hair was loose, looking very gentle.

Jian Muye stood there awkwardly, and said dryly:

"Nan Sheng, are you feeling better?"

Pointing to the gift bag on the coffee table, he said, "I brought you some nutritional supplements. I asked Annie to stew some for you to nourish your body."

Some time ago, Jian Muye helped to look for children and clues every day. An Nansheng saw it, but that was all he saw.

My attitude towards him has not changed and will not change.

"Is something wrong?" she asked.

Jian Muye looked embarrassed to speak, but he opened his mouth:

"I heard there's news about my uncle, and he found the child. That's great! Now everyone is relieved."

An Nansheng was too lazy to listen to his nonsense and said coldly:

"Jian Yunzhang is in the south of the city, not far from where the fire broke out in the southern suburbs this afternoon."

Jian Muye's eyes were filled with shock.

He had originally planned to go to the villa in the western suburbs to look for Jian Yunzhang this afternoon, but he didn't see him until dinner time. He thought Jian Yunzhang had returned to the Jian family, so he called to ask, but he was not there either.

Thinking about how Jian Yunzhang hurried out in the afternoon after hearing the news that Doyle had died, Jian Muye felt that something was wrong.

He called Fang Zhuo, but the call went unanswered because Fang Zhuo's phone was turned off.

Jian Yunzhang's phone might have been on silent mode, it kept ringing but no one answered.

Jian Muye was originally worried that his father would do something detrimental to the An family again. After searching for several hours without finding him, he suspected that something had happened to Jian Yunzhang.

He thought about it and felt that he should ask An Nansheng about this matter.

But he didn't have the face to ask.

Who knew it was actually An Nansheng who did it.

The little girl who used to hide and cry when she was bullied now told him with a cold face, "Go immediately and everything will be fine. It's hard to say if you're too late."

Jian Muye looked at An Nansheng's cold and beautiful eyes and lowered his head in shame.

He didn't dare to say anything else, and said hurriedly:

"Nan Sheng, I'm sorry, and...thank you."

An Nansheng's expression was grim:

"You don't have to thank me."

"This is just the beginning, it's not the end. Sooner or later, I will send him in with my own hands."

"Take your things, I don't need them."

Jian Muye: “…”