In the era of fetal wear, she became the first socialite in Hong Kong

This area is close to Central, so Fu Ziyan went directly to the Central Police Station. As the No. 1 station, all kinds of cases are concentrated there. When the light purple sports car stopped, the overtime police officers had just finished their shift and were preparing to go home.

As soon as such a beautiful car stopped, it easily attracted the attention of many police officers, not to mention that there was a large black car following it.

Unlike normal people who would first think of luxury cars as cool and beautiful, the first thought of these police officers who had just finished overtime was: What happened again? Are they still working overtime so late at night?

Fu Ziyan didn't know what they were thinking. She got out of the car with a normal expression. The bodyguard behind her was holding the little boy who had just taken antipyretics but whose face was still flushed. He followed Fu Ziyan.

"Miss, why are you here?" One of the policemen at the door of the police station asked. In the darkness, under the incandescent light, one could only see her thick and sharp eyebrows, high nose bridge, and clear jawline.

Judging from his expression and demeanor, he must be at least a senior police officer or sergeant.

Although Fu Ziyan had become a household name and a hot topic in the Hong Kong media when she came of age, nearly three and a half years had passed. With the passage of time, few people could remember her face.

"Reporting a case, I just encountered a lost child." Fu Ziyan said briefly and to the point. There was no need for pleasantries in a place like the police station.

"Miss, please follow me." Ming Qiao nodded and stepped aside to lead the way. The police station was on duty that night, but since he had come across this matter, he might as well deal with it.

As they walked, Ming Qiao asked in a deep voice, "Where did you meet this child, Miss?"

"Lee Tung Street, he suddenly ran out from the alleyway of that tenement building... He was also running a fever, and my bodyguard had just given him fever-reducing medicine." Fu Ziyan briefly described what she knew, and only mentioned after she reached the police station reception room, "By the way, my last name is Fu."

I don’t know if the police officer forgot to ask or what, but he kept calling her “Miss”, which sounded unpleasant. Considering that she had sneaked out, Fu Ziyan did not tell her full name, only her surname.

Fu?

Mingqiao's expression remained unchanged, but his heart paused.

The Fu family has many daughters, but the color of the sports car just now was not ordinary. From the bodyguards accompanying her and the age and aura of Miss Fu herself, Ming Qiao easily deduced that this person should be the daughter of Mr. Fu.

"Miss Fu, I've heard of your great name for a long time." Ming Qiao said politely, then asked, "May I ask why Miss Fu was there during that time?"

Fu Ziyan raised her eyes and smiled: "I think this question should have nothing to do with helping the child find his family."

"Sorry, just a routine inquiry."

Fu Ziyan still had a smile on her lips and her expression was calm.

"Now that everything has been made clear, the child will stay here. I should leave now." Fu Ziyan smiled as she stood up and instructed the bodyguards, "Leave your contact information for the officer to follow up on the child's search for his family."

"Okay, Miss."

Before Fu Ziyan left the reception room, a police officer walked in quickly, "Sergeant, the child is awake."

She stopped and looked back.

Ming Qiao raised his eyes and invited softly, "Miss Fu, would you like to go and take a look together?"

"it is good."

*

When Fang Ci Sheng woke up in a daze, he found himself in an unfamiliar recliner, with the sound of papers turning and pens falling in his ears. He tried to sit up despite his aching body, and finally attracted the attention of the police officer on duty who was writing a work report on the other side of the office.

"Little mosquito, are you awake?"

"I..." Fang Cisheng's lips moved. He had only been in Hong Kong with his mother for a month and was not very familiar with the local dialect. He was afraid of being laughed at.

"This is the police station. You fainted on the road with a fever and were brought here." Seeing that the child was silent for a long time, the police officer sighed and raised his hand to pour a glass of water for the child. "Wait a minute, I'll go call someone."

After hesitating for a while, Fang Cisheng finally spoke: "Thank you."

The police officer who was walking out in a hurry heard the child taking a long time to say thank you. The corners of his lips twitched, but he did not stop walking out.

When Fu Ziyan followed Ming Qiao in, the child was sitting obediently on a recliner, his feet just touching the ground. He was holding a plastic cup and sipping water. When he saw someone coming in, he quickly moved the plastic cup away from his lips, holding the plastic cup with both hands stiffly, and looked at him seriously with his dark and bright eyes.

Mingqiao's face remained expressionless, but when he approached the child, he suddenly put his right hand into his pocket and took something out.

Although Fang Ci Sheng knew that it was the police officer from the police station who was helping him, the child was naturally afraid of the police. Seeing this fierce officer getting closer and closer to him, he subconsciously exerted force with his hands, and the plastic cup was slightly deformed. He tilted his head back and stared blankly at the police officer's face.

"Stretch out your hand." Perhaps because he had been in the position for a long time, these two simple words sounded like a command.

Fang Cisheng had no time to react before he was ordered to take action. When he came to his senses again, a small candy was already in his hand.

The colorful wrapping paper sparkles under the light, so beautiful.

Knowing that the child in front of him was no longer so nervous, Ming Qiao didn't delay any further and asked directly: "What's your name? Where do you live? Why are you in that area?"

"My name is Fang Cisheng. My grandfather brought me to Hong Kong with my mother just last month. I'm currently living with him at 21 Robinson Road." He lowered his head, his voice soft and his face flushed. "I was planning to go look for my mother."

"Do you remember the home phone number?"

Fang Cisheng lowered his head even lower.

Looking at the dejected child in front of her who wanted to hide herself, Fu Ziyan spoke up to help: "What's your grandpa's name?"

"My grandfather's name is Xu Changyun, and my mother's name is Xu Zhuo."

Fu Ziyan raised her eyebrows. It turned out to be Xu Changyun, one of the building materials suppliers for Dream Paradise.

Normally, there were many suppliers for Dreamland, and it was unlikely that she could remember all of them. However, this Mr. Xu came straight up to her to discuss business with her. Although they had only met once, she did have some impression of him.

Ming Qiao didn't miss Fu Ziyan's expression: "Miss Fu knows Mr. Xu?"

"I know." Fu Ziyan wasn't surprised Ming Qiao noticed. For a police officer, micro-expressions were a must, and she didn't bother trying to hide them. "Let me use the phone."

Ming Qiao pointed to the telephone on the desk and said, "Miss Fu, please go ahead."

Fu Ziyan naturally couldn't remember Xu Changyun's landline number, so she contacted Meng Tiao.

"Meng Tiao, it's me. Find the landline number of Xu Changyun, the partner of Dream Building Paradise, and tell him to come to Police Station No. 1 to pick up his grandson."

Meng Tiao received a call from the eldest lady:???

Late at night, the young lady went to the police station to have some fun?

That’s not right. Didn’t the young lady just arrive in Hong Kong this afternoon?

Although she was confused, she smiled and replied respectfully, "Yes, Miss."

After hanging up the phone, Fu Ziyan looked in the direction of Ming Qiao and Fang Cisheng, and said calmly: "Someone will come to pick up the child later. Now that the matter is over, I will leave first."

As for how an obviously timid six-year-old child could run so far away from home alone without a servant or bodyguard, Fu Ziyan was too lazy to pay attention to such a thing that obviously had a hidden agenda.

It is enough for her to do a good deed every day to help the child find his family. Other people’s family affairs or family disputes have nothing to do with her.