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

It was already dark when we returned to Xu Garden.

Xu Xinci guessed that they hadn't eaten yet, so she quickly asked the servants to set the table.

"How's it going? Did you find Xiao Song?"

An Nansheng shook his head and saw that he couldn't eat anything on the table full of food.

There were no signs of a struggle at the scene. It was possible that Song Xu was unconscious, or that he was... gone.

An Nansheng looked very unhappy. She hadn't said much along the way and didn't want to say anything now.

Song Xu was clearly going to call the police, why did he suddenly change his mind?

An Nansheng recalled the content of her conversation with Song Xu, and felt so regretful that she just wanted to beat herself up.

Song Xu must know that Gu Can had just been released from prison and was in danger, which would be bad for her.

So after answering the phone, he changed his mind and led Gu Can to that dangerous section of the road, intending to kill Gu Can.

Unexpectedly, Gu Can was so lucky that even though the car fell from such a high place, he was able to escape from the car halfway.

An Nansheng regretted it so much.

If she had known this, she shouldn't have said those things.

"Song Xu did that on purpose to help me eliminate the danger." An Nansheng felt a surge of anxiety. "She knew Gu Can was targeting me and was afraid I would be in danger, so she took the initiative to detonate the bomb."

She was full of self-blame: "It's all my fault."

Mu Fucheng personally went to serve a bowl of porridge.

"Don't worry, Nannan, I will definitely rescue Song Xu."

An Nansheng didn't dare to think about how many times Song Xu had helped her without hesitation.

This is definitely more than just employees' loyalty to their boss.

Mu Fucheng brought the spoon to his mouth:

"Eat as much as you can."

An Nansheng was thinking about something else. She had not yet told Song Xu's father about what happened to Song Xu.

Although the old man is recovering well now, if he gets anxious or stimulated...

She shook her head, trying to get rid of all the bad thoughts in her mind.

"Can't eat it."

If anything happened to Song Xu, she would never feel at peace in her life.

Mu Fucheng said:

"This case has already attracted the attention of higher-ups, and they will definitely solve it within a certain timeframe. The only thing we can do now is wait."

Chen Zheng and his men have cooperated with the police to help find the person. As for the others, they can only wait for news.

A village about 100 kilometers west of Fengcheng city.

This village was called Gujia Village a long time ago, and almost everyone living in the village has the surname Gu.

Later, with the development of the times, some people made money and went to the city, and now there are not many people left in the village.

Every household in this village lives a very good life, except for one named Gu Songlin.

When Gu Songlin was only two years old, her mother ran away because she couldn't stand her father, who was a bastard who would come home and beat his wife when he lost money gambling.

Fortunately, this old man knew that he would never be able to marry again. Although he could not say that he loved his only son very much, he never hit him, and whenever he had food, his son would have a bite.

In this way, Gu Songlin grew up smoothly. Because there was no one to discipline him, and since the upper beam was crooked, the lower beams were crooked, it was no surprise that this kid learned his father's virtues completely.

He brags and gambles all the time and doesn't work, so the dogs in the village all despise him.

With two bachelors like this, life at home was naturally very miserable.

While everyone else in the village lived in small Western-style buildings, the father and son were still living in a dilapidated red brick house.

Later, when the county wanted to get rid of poverty, the state helped build Gu Songlin's family's new house.

Two years ago, his father fell off his bike while drunk and died, so he was the only bachelor left in the family.

Because his new house was built last, it did not occupy a good location and was rather remote.

At this time, Gu Songlin came back riding the broken motorcycle that had killed his father, bringing back a bottle of beer.

There were several lunch boxes hanging on the handlebars of the motorcycle, which seemed to be meals packed from the town.

It was already dark at this time, the middle of the night. Gu Songlin's house was some distance away from other residents, so no one saw him bring anything home.

He is so poor, and he drinks beer?

I guess I can’t even boil water at home because there’s no gas, electricity, or firewood.