No wonder she was released so quickly. It was Gu Heng who replaced her.

"Nonsense!" She was so angry that her expression changed and she was about to walk back.

Yu Jinwen knew what she was going to do, so he stopped her at the right time, hugged her and comforted her: "Don't be angry, Gu Heng replaced you because someone spread rumors on the Internet, saying that you ordered people to beat Qian Zhengwei and Qian Zhengwei to death.

Miao Jiang, public opinion is very unfavorable to you and the Nan family, you have to step in to take charge of the overall situation and stabilize the situation."

He took out his cell phone and showed it to Nan Song. Nan Song looked at the fermenting news, and his eyes became colder inch by inch, with a hint of coolness permeating them.

This is a big hole dug to bury her to death!

"What happened to your arm?" Yu Jinwen looked cold when he saw the wound on Nan Song's arm, "Did they attack you?"

He glanced at the police officers with cold eyes. The investigators felt a cold wind blowing at them and hurriedly explained: "No, it was bitten by... a child."

Yu Jinwen's eyes were cold and he looked towards Mrs. Miao. Mrs. Miao was holding the child and still glaring at them fiercely.

But there were too many people from the Nan family, and she didn't dare to rush over and cause trouble for Nan Song.

There was a commotion outside, and many media had gathered at the door of the police station, wanting to rush in to learn about the case and interview Nan Song.

As soon as she heard that the media was coming, Mrs. Miao rushed out immediately, hugged her two young sons, faced the media's camera, knelt down and cried.

"Save us orphans and widowed mothers. There is no justice. Nan Song beat my man to death and he was still released. What kind of world is this? Can rich people do whatever they want? With a few stinky money, they can buy it.

Is it life-threatening? My husband died at such a young age. How will I live in the future? I’ll just die too..."

When she cried, the two little children started to cry too. Her eldest son stood in the middle of the hall and did not follow her out.

Looking at the scene outside, he opened his eyes, full of confusion and anxiety, and his face turned red.

A red figure walked up to him, and Nan Song asked him lightly, "Your name is Miao Jia, right?"

The boy turned his head suddenly and looked at Nan Song. His young and delicate face looked very much like Miao Jiang's. He nodded slowly and wanted to call her "Sister Nan", but he thought of his mother's scolding and the still burning fire behind him.

Those slaps, I moved my lips and swallowed them back.

"You and your father came to the company, I remember you."

The boy nodded again. It was his birthday that day, but his father was busy at work and his mother was busy taking care of his younger brother. No one remembered that he was left in the lobby, writing homework alone. At this time, a beautiful figure walked in. He felt

This sister was even more beautiful than the head teacher, and I couldn't help but be stunned.

Nan Song noticed him and asked the front desk, "Whose child is this?"

The front desk said: "He is Director Miao's son. Director Miao has some things to deal with, so he left the child here temporarily and asked us to help take care of it."

Nan Song came over to chat with him and helped him check his homework. With a glance, he saw two wrong questions and taught him to read a few English words.

He has never felt that English sounds so good.

When he learned that it was his birthday, Nan Song took him to the restaurant's kitchen and made him a birthday cake with his own hands.

It was the most delicious cake he had ever eaten since he was a child, a taste he would never forget.

"Sister Nan, I'm sorry." The boy suddenly apologized, pointing to the injury on her arm, "My brother and the others bit you."

"They are children and ignorant. I don't blame them."

Nan Song knelt down in front of the boy, "Sister, I want to tell you that it was not me who killed your father. I will not let go of his murderer."

The boy nodded.

"Before dad left, he held my hand and told me that he was sorry for you and asked me to study hard in the future, go to work in Nan's family, and pay off his debts."

Listening to his words like a little adult, Nan Song felt her nose sore and reached out to touch his head.

"You don't need to repay the debt. Your life is your own. The previous grievances between your father and me have nothing to do with you."

Outside, Mrs. Miao was still kneeling on the ground, accusing Nan Song of being a murderer.

Nan Song stood up, took off the ribbon that bound his hair, and covered the boy's eyes, telling him not to look and that it would be best to forget this scene forever.

"Keep an eye on him for me." Nan Song pushed the boy into Yu Jinwen's arms, while she, alone, walked out with her head held high, like a female warrior.

The moment Nan Song appeared, the whole world had no other color except that bright red.

The media spotlight automatically shifted from Mrs. Miao to Nan Song.

Nan Song looked at Miao Tai who was kneeling on the ground indifferently and faced the camera calmly. The moment she opened her mouth, everything around her became silent.
Chapter completed!