Yan Jia, on the other hand, had no sadness or joy on his face and didn't speak much. He looked nothing like the man Ji Changmu knew before.

Moreover, Yan Jia, who used to be indifferent to his career, now always asks about work matters when he meets Ji Changmu, taking this opportunity to get a lot of opinions from Ji Changmu.

He was almost like a workaholic. He was very devoted to the Yan family and devoted all his efforts to it like never before.

Yan Jialiu, Ji Changmu and his wife had dinner at Jiangshan Garden.

There are still traces of Zhouzhou's life in the whole villa. The dolls, toys, and paintbrushes are still there, and the traces of Zhouzhou's graffiti on the walls are also there. Yan Jia did not let anyone repaint them.

Yan Jia was not able to drink with Ji Changmu because of his health. They just had a simple dinner. After the meal, Ji Changmu took Qiao Muyuan back to the capital.

The driver drove the car, playing soft classical music in the car.

Qiao Muyuan rested his head on Ji Changmu's arms and said softly: "Brother Ji, Zhixing has returned to the capital."

"Is the experiment finished?"

"He said that the experiment was completed in advance and he just happened to fly back to China. He is waiting for us at home!"

"Do you believe what he said? Why are you waiting for us to go there? If you don't believe me, call him now and find out where he is in Wenrou Township, Pinjin Cave."

"..." Okay, Qiao Muyuan admitted, it was her brother Ji who understood that little bastard Qiao Zhixing.

That little bastard says he's nicer than anyone else, but he's actually not honest at all, tsk.

Men know men best, and they are all dishonest.

Halfway through the car, it started to rain, the glass windows were blurred, the patter of rainwater gathered into streams, and the colorful lights were hidden in the rain, hazy.

Qiao Muyuan leaned into Ji Changmu's arms and whispered to him: "Brother Ji, Yan Jia's condition doesn't look very good."

"Anyone who goes through what he went through this year is not going to be particularly good."

"If he was really ruthless, he wouldn't be like this."

"Yes, I'm quite worried about him."

"What are you worried about him for? Are you worried that he knows that Lin Zhi and his son have passed away?"

"Yeah." Ji Changmu didn't say much. There was worry hidden in his brows, his thin lips pursed, and his eyes fell on the dark night outside the window.

Qiao Muyuan's little hands were holding his shirt, and she remained silent.

The wind on a summer night in Lancheng makes the tree branches "squeak". There is always a strong wind on the night before a rainstorm, and the leaves fall to the ground and dance with the wind.

Yan Jia closed the study window and drew the curtains.

There was only one desk lamp left in the study room, and the light was not very bright.

He lit a cigarette, hiding his cold and thin face under the hazy white mist, and the gleam of the cigarette was clearly extinguished between his fingers.

There is a thick stack of documents on the desk. The bright light of the desk lamp falls on the white paper, as if it can penetrate the back of the paper and shine between the black square words.

Yan Jia took two puffs of cigarette, lowered his head, and turned over the pages.

It's not a contract or project document, it's just some history about Lin Zhi and Zhou Zhou.

It contains Lin Zhi's diagnosis of depression when he was in college, academic performance sheets, speech notes, as well as Zhouzhou's birth certificate, growth chart, introduction to kindergarten for the first time... all kinds of things, chaotic and childish.

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These things were all put together by Yan Jia, who spent more than a month collecting them for Chen Kang. He had never seen most of them.
Chapter completed!