To make up for the debt owed to Lin Qingping and Gu Juncheng

Lin Qingping looked at her daughter, then at Zhiyuan, and nodded. "You've both grown up."

Zhangzhu and Zhiyuan both thought Lin Qingping was angry and became a little nervous.

Lin Qingping said, "I am very pleased, and I believe your father is the same. He has grown up and can handle things on his own. Just like your father said, the fledgling has grown up and is finally going to fly on its own."

"Mom..." Zhiyuan called her softly.

Lin Qingping wasn't angry at all. Instead, she smiled and pointed to the sofa. "Come on, tell me what happened. Even though you've started to only report good news and not bad, we'll still worry if you don't tell us anything."

There was nothing left to hide, so Zhiyuan told Lin Qingping everything that had happened, including how Qingtian got the video. "I reported it to the police and handed it over to the district public security bureau along with the video."

“Okay, as long as there’s evidence, there’s nothing to fear. Come on, I didn’t cook today, let’s go out to eat.” Lin Qingping was truly relieved.

Although there are countless ways to resolve this matter, having video evidence makes it incredibly simple.

Zhangzhu, however, was still holding her breath and feeling uncomfortable. "If you ask me, brother, you should just quit! Staying in this hospital, not only are you constantly being threatened by some random woman, but it's also incredibly frustrating. My brother is so outstanding, why can't he go anywhere else?"

"This is up to your brother to decide. Today, let's just enjoy a good meal!" Lin Qingping pulled her daughter out.

The family of three found a restaurant and enjoyed a delicious meal, completely unaffected by the recent turmoil. After dinner, they even strolled around the mall before finally getting home after nine o'clock.

Lin Qingping urged Zhiyuan, "Get some rest. Maybe we'll have results tomorrow."

"Yes, Mom, Zhangzhu, you should get some rest too," Zhiyuan said.

Back in his room, Zhiyuan turned on his computer. He no longer wanted to look at those things on the forum. His original plan was to formally report the incident to the police in his own name. Even though Zhangzhu said he felt wronged in this incident, he believed in the police's investigative capabilities. Right and wrong cannot be reversed by an individual's empty words and a post. But Qingtian did make a great contribution. This video provided the most direct evidence.

Thinking of Qingtian arguing with people on Tieba, he couldn't help but open QQ. Qingtian was a newly added friend to his list.

His mouse clicked on her profile picture, which showed an ocean under a clear sky.

Her signature reads: "Everyone says I am as my name suggests, but no one knows that before I met him, my world was always raining."

Zhiyuan's inner thoughts: Him?

As I moved the mouse, it inadvertently hovered over the space icon, and a new webpage opened, but I couldn't access it. The space verification question was: What is his name?

he?

He didn't know who Qingtian's blind date was, but he did something foolish—even though he knew the answer to the question wouldn't be his name, he still entered his own name: Li Zhiyuan.

Then, a miracle happened.

The space under the clear sky has opened up.

For a long time, he stood frozen in front of the computer screen, unable to believe it, and his passion surged from the bottom of his heart, coursing through his entire body.

It took him a long, long time to control his emotions. He pinched his brow hard, forcing himself to calm down.

But how can one remain calm?

He picked up his phone, typed quickly, and sent a message: Sunny, are you asleep?