Chapter 1: Are you sick?

  Don't know?

  The hearts of many people are moved by one thing.

  Because of Qiuyi Han's identity exposure, they thought that Tang Chong was also extraordinary. The princess must be paired with the prince, otherwise, how could the two be so intimate together?

  So, after determining the identity of Autumn Cold, he was arranged to live in a rest room with tea and fruit waiting on him, while Tang Chong was locked in a single room without further interrogation.

  They didn't even notify the suspect's school teacher.

  What if this kid's family doesn't want to air their dirty laundry? Aren't they asking for trouble by doing so?

  Once this matter spreads, his family will have to spend extra thought and effort to operate. The more people who know, the more danger there is - they are completely standing on Tang Chong's side considering the problem.

  But now this young man named William says he doesn't know Tang Zhong. He doesn't know Tang Zhong, which means Deputy Director Huang Chao also doesn't know ---- for them, the matter has become even more troublesome.

  Under Li Botao's leadership, Ji William and Huang Chao arrived at the police station's reception lounge for receiving distinguished guests.

  The body, chilled with autumnal cold, huddled in the corner of the sofa, with a bewildered expression as if lost in thought. The wound on the forehead from the fall had been treated, but the face still bore the purplish-red imprint of a palm.

  Her skin was so tender, and Tang Zhong's slap was quite heavy.

  In front of her were all sorts of fruits and snacks, but she didn't even give them a glance.

  Li Bo's work was done very carefully, and a young female police officer was specially arranged to sit far away, paying attention to her every move.

  Ji William gently knocked on the door panel and smiled as he called out: "Yihansheng."

  As the autumn chill rose, she looked up to see Ji William standing at the door, his eyes red-rimmed, shouting: "Brother William... where are my dad and mom?"

  "Uncle is in a meeting in the US and can't rush back for the time being. Auntie is on her way from Yanjing and should be on the plane by now ----- After Grandma received the call, she was anxious and asked me to hurry up and bring the car over to pick you up." Ji William walked to Qiu Yihan's side and said comfortingly: "It's okay now. It's okay now. We'll head back now. Grandma is waiting for you at home and has prepared a lot of delicious food for you."

  Hearing that she could go back, Qiuyi Han quickly jumped up from the sofa, crying and saying: "I'm going back now. I want to see my grandma."

  "Alright, let's head back now. I'll send you back to see your grandmother." Ji William said with a smile.

  As they were leaving the police station and about to get into the car, Autumn Cold suddenly remembered something and said: "Where's Tang Chong? Isn't Tang Chong coming back with us?"

  "He'll have to wait a bit longer," said Lady William with a gentle smile. "The police still need to ask him some questions, after all, he's the one involved. And it was his man who was killed."

  "Brother William, can you help him? He's innocent. It was that evil Taoist who wanted to kill us..." Qiu Yi Han explained anxiously.

  The autumnal chill deepened Lady Wilhelmina's concern for Tong Zheng, but she didn't show it at all.

  "Don't worry, he'll be fine. Didn't you say so yourself? He's the victim, just defending himself passively. He'll be back soon. You're also one of the parties involved, you know what happened. Don't you still trust him?" Ji William said, forcing Qiuyi into the car and closing the door for her.

  Miss Wilhelmina turned around and shook hands with Li Botao, saying: "Director Li, I'll leave things here to you. If there's anything else, please communicate with my lawyer."

  He then took out a business card from his pocket and handed it over, saying: "When you arrive in Mingzhu, be sure to let me play the host."

  "Thank you, Mr. Ji. Thank you." Li Botao bowed his body in gratitude.

  "Uncle Huang, shall we go back?" Ji William said.

  "I'm going back. But I won't be sitting in the same car as you." Huang Chao said with a smile, walking straight towards a Mercedes-Benz at the back.

  When two Mercedes-Benz cars drove away without a shadow, Li Botao was still standing on the platform to see them off.

  Deputy Director Huang Chao came and went in a hurry, except for Director Li Botao, other deputy directors and team members did not have the opportunity to shake hands with Deputy Director Huang.

  Although he was secretly cursing Li Bo's poisonous food in his heart, Officer Jiang Kai with a dark face still walked over and asked, "Director, how should we deal with that kid?"

  Li Bo Tao furrowed his brow in thought.

  Logically speaking, that young man with the surname Ji should have helped out and said something even if he didn't know Tang Chong. After all, Qiu Yihuan, the eldest miss of the Qiu family, and Tang Chong were parties involved in the same case, and their feelings for each other seemed pretty good.

  But when he asked himself, after saying "I don't know" in a gloomy tone, there was no further response.

  What is his attitude?

  Hostile.

  Oppose. Hostile.

  Lady William is hostile to Tang Zhong.

  Moreover, just now a subordinate reported that Tang Chong and Qiu Yihan have a close relationship. Now even a fool can see Ji Weilian's concern for Qiu Yihan.

  Thinking of this relationship, Li Botao knew what kind of order he should give.

  He patted Jiang Kai's shoulder and said, "Do what should be done. This case must be handled carefully."

  Do as you would be done by.

  Does it mean handling things impartially?

  The black-faced policeman sneered. He thought to himself, "This kid has always been pretending to be a tiger eating a pig - eating a lion. Let's see how I'll deal with you in a moment."

  Huaming Liangtao and others who were driven to the second floor conference room looked at Qiuyi Han getting on the car and leaving, their faces becoming even more embarrassing.

  "The chill of autumn is no small matter." Liang Tao said.

  "Nonsense. Look at the brands of clothes she's wearing? Look at the material of that bracelet on her wrist? You're not even in the same league as her, just a LV display rack." Huaming felt like his whole body was about to explode.

  What's the use of having status? What's the use of having background? In the end, nothing can be done.

  Authority is what determines the fate of heaven and earth in one word.

  Money is only money when it can be spent in Shanghai.

  Whether it's power or money, it must be in one's own hands.

  Unfortunately, he has nothing now.

  "You can't even scold me, can you?" Liang Tao was also holding back a belly full of anger. "Second Brother got himself into this kind of situation, do you think I wanted to see it? I also want to bail him out, but I couldn't - I called my dad, he said there's nothing he can do about it here. You have a big background, why don't you make some calls and get someone to help?"

  "How did you know I didn't hit him? How did you know I didn't hit him?" Hua Ming yelled, grabbing Liang Tao's neck.

  Liang Tao saw Hua Ming's twisted face and understood something in his heart.

  He patted Huaming's shoulder and said, "It's okay as long as you've tried your best. Don't put too much pressure on yourself."

  Hua Ming suddenly became like a punctured balloon, and he slumped down all at once.

  He slumped in his chair and said: "How could Autumn Cold just leave like that? How could Autumn Cold just leave like that?"

  Guolan Lake Golf Club. The highest-end golf course in Mingzhu City.

  On a flat lawn, a young man with an unusual appearance is swinging his racket.

  Hunchbacked and lame in one leg, but his posture when playing ball is extremely standard.

  One stroke, and the white ball flew out like a beautiful little bird.

  Then several young people around applauded and cheered.

  "You're getting better and better at this, Young Master!" A young man with long hair in a big bun, resembling Xu Wenqiang from "The Bund", flattered.

  "You haven't come out to play basketball for a while. I thought you would stay in Thailand, didn't expect you to come to Myanmar to study... I said, with your talent and ability, which teacher can teach you? What's the point of studying? Come out and do business with us brothers."

  "You play basketball well. Teach me, okay?" A tall and slender girl with enchanting eyes walked over and said coquettishly.

  "Reading isn't about learning from someone," Youmu said with a smile. "It's about understanding knowledge. The more you know, the less likely you are to be deceived—isn't that right?"

  Everyone was filled with awkwardness and resentment, but still smiled and said yes, yes, Young Master's words are always on point.

  Nomadic smile, limping one by one towards the stadium shuttle bus.

  At this moment, a middle-aged man wearing a black suit walked over quickly.

  There are two kinds of people who wear suits on a golf course. The first is the staff of the golf course. The second is subordinates or bodyguards of big shots.

  It is clear that this middle-aged man belongs to the second kind of person.

  He whispered a few words in Youmu's ear, and Youmu listened with an expressionless face.

  "It's just a small matter, is it necessary to come all the way here to report?" Youmu said with a smile.

  "We remember every word of Young Master's." The middle-aged man said in a low voice.

  "Hmm. The attitude is good." Youmu nodded and said, "Loyalty demonstrated through actual actions is much stronger than those who only know how to lick ass with their mouths."

  "Thank you for your compliment," said the middle-aged man.

  "But this is also an opportunity," said Youmu. "No matter what the outcome is, my words will always be fulfilled - if he tries to attack or escape inside, it's not inappropriate for him to have a broken leg, right?"

  "Yes." The middle-aged man replied.

  "You go and handle it." The nomadic leader said casually. A small matter, a small character, he really didn't put his heart into it.

  "Yes." The middle-aged man responded with a single word and turned around to run outside.

  The three men and two women gathered around, with Da Bei Tou speaking up: "Young Master Yu, nothing's wrong, is it? Shall we continue playing?"

  "It's nothing." The nomad waved his hand. "It's just that I suddenly remembered something and ordered someone to take care of it. When we make a promise, we must keep our word, as a promise is worth a thousand pieces of gold."