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"I'm afraid we'll have to trouble Mr. Lu to come with us."

After receiving the emergency call, two police cars sped into the construction site, probably in less than fifteen minutes.

This is the kind of efficiency law enforcement agencies should have.

Furthermore.

This place is very familiar to them.

They are practically "cooperative partners".

Every few days, they have to come and help drive away the troublesome homeowners.

However, when the police officers saw the injuries on the faces of the Greenland Group executives today, they all felt a sense of unease.

really.

Simply blocking things won't solve the fundamental problem.

Ultimately, it escalated into a violent conflict.

just.

Are these Greenland Group employees here just sitting around doing nothing?

Watching your boss get beaten up?

Although it seemed outrageous, since a violent altercation had occurred, they had to intervene. The perpetrator had already been taken into custody, and of course, the victim also had to go back with them to further understand the situation.

"No problem. Cooperating with the police is the duty of every citizen."

Lu Xuping was approachable and did not take his anger out on the police. Accompanied by the police, he got into the police car.

"Mr. Lu, please apply this."

The supervisor jogged over and delivered the ice packs.

Lu Xu, whose face was visibly bruised and swollen on one side, took it.

"Snapped."

The car door closes.

"father!"

The little boy shouted at the departing police car, but received no response. He could only watch helplessly as the police car took his father away and drove further and further away.

"Supervisor, what do we do with this kid?"

The guy in the helmet glanced sideways at the lonely, helpless boy, his eyes cold and gleaming with malice.

Although President Lu made no statement, the fact that they were beaten was a stark reality. If President Lu pursued the matter, none of the people present would escape unscathed; they would all be in deep trouble.

That damned father and son!
The supervisor withdrew his gaze, his fawning expression vanished, and he looked at the child with the same malice, seemingly pondering a decision.

Getting a child is a piece of cake.

But is this necessary?

His father is already in jail; getting out is as difficult as climbing to the sky. Ordinary people who assault others pay a heavy price, let alone the one who was assaulted, President Lu.

With a little manipulation, that clueless bricklayer would be imprisoned. After losing his mother, the boy would also lose his father, his only remaining family member. His tragic life was already sealed.

"There's no need for that."

The supervisor shook his head, having roughly guessed Mr. Lu's good intentions.

There are many ways to deal with a troublemaker, so why is President Lu willing to risk losing face?
It's about putting their company on the side of "reason" and silencing everyone.

How selfless and great!

If they were to target this child, it would not only create unnecessary complications but also contradict President Lu's intentions.

After clearing his head, the supervisor decided to "give them a break."

He forced a smile and said to the little boy, "Little guy, now you know who the bad guy is, right? The policeman is arresting your dad, hahaha..."

The little boy overcame his fear, quickly picked up a stone from the ground, and threw it forcefully, hitting the supervisor in the thigh.

"My dad isn't a bad person!"

"You little brat, I think you're tired of living!"

Seizing the opportunity to redeem himself, the helmet-wielding boy swaggered over, rudely pushed the little boy to the ground, and made a move to kick him.

"Sigh... We should respect the elderly and care for the young. It's forgivable for children to make mistakes."

The supervisor patted his trouser leg, stopping the helmet-wielding man's violent behavior.

The little boy sat on the ground, his palms were worn raw, but his tender face showed no sign of pain. He stared at the bad guys with unwavering hatred, as if all his fear had been transformed into courage.

"Your dad isn't a bad guy? Who is? Officer, aren't you supposed to be arresting bad guys?"

The supervisor approached, stopped in front of the little boy, looked down at him with an arrogant and sinister gaze that made the boy feel extremely uncomfortable.

The little boy didn't know how to argue, so he could only express his feelings through actions. Ignoring his scraped hands, he struggled to his feet and lunged at the supervisor, trying to bite his leg. "Thump!"

The supervisor reacted instinctively and kicked the little boy in the shoulder. The little boy rolled half a circle on the ground, covered in dust.

"As expected, if the upper beam is crooked, the lower beam will be crooked too. Like father, like son."

The supervisor tore off his mask of hypocrisy, revealing a chillingly cold expression. "Get out. Or I'll kill you."

At eight or nine years old, some children are still throwing tantrums because they can't get the toys they want, while others are already quite sensible.

The little boy, who was probably in pain all over, gritted his teeth and slowly got up from the ground. His hair and face were covered in dust. He didn't try to fight back anymore. Before slowly walking towards the construction site gate, he took a deep look at the group of adults who were supervising him.

"My father was a bricklayer, my father was a bricklayer..."

Behind him, someone was humming a cheerful tune.

Walking out of the construction site alone, the little boy finally couldn't hold back his vulnerability. He raised his dirty, chapped hand and quickly wiped the corner of his eye.

He quickly took a deep breath, and his eyes were once again filled with determination.

My father has been arrested.

They are still waiting for him to rescue them.

The small, dirty, bloody hand was lowered, and then reached into the pants pocket.

A piece of paper was pulled out.

The little boy left the construction site gate, deliberately walking a little further away to make sure the bad guys weren't following him, before unfolding the note.

The note had a string of Arabic numerals on it.

A long time ago, when his father took him to the street for the first time, he solemnly told him this and gave him this note.

—If anything happens to your father someday, dial the number above.

The little boy clutched the note, looked up, glanced left and right, and his gaze settled on a convenience store across the street.

He ran to the zebra crossing, waited for the green light, then crossed the road and went into the convenience store.

"Auntie, could I borrow your phone to make a call?"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Jiang Chen, what's wrong with your neck...?"

Good Neighbor Supermarket.

Fang Weiguo, who was out buying groceries, couldn't help but ask.

Someone's appearance was so unique that they had several band-aids on the back of their right neck, and they even had cartoon patterns on them, making it hard not to notice them.

"When I was sleeping, some kind of bug crawled on me."

Have you gone to the hospital?

Pan Hui immediately asked with concern.

Shopping for groceries as a family is a kind of happiness, but it's so ordinary that few people notice it.

As an outsider, this person doesn't really need to join in the fun, but since they're always freeloading, they should at least show some appreciation and occasionally pay for the food.

"No need for Aunt Pan, it's just a slight allergic reaction."

No broken skin. But there's bruising. Hmm, maybe like the infamous "strawberry mark".

Left with no other option, Boss Jiang had to resort to this desperate measure.

"Yes, there are indeed more mosquitoes this season, so be careful."

The elderly couple were fooled.

Fang Qing cooperated tacitly, her face as still as a mirror, saying nothing, only occasionally glancing at the back of someone's left neck, perhaps thinking of giving him a symmetrical look.

"What do you two want to eat? How about some prawns?"

The young couple were in perfect harmony, and the elderly couple were equally at ease, not mentioning a word about what happened at Tie Jun's wedding, seemingly unaware of anything.

four people.

Four actors.

"Look, the puppy is barking, the leaves are laughing, the wind is whispering—why not savor a second of this hazy, romantic moment..."

The warm, cheerful, healing, and happy melody made the Fang family couple and Jiang Chen turn their heads simultaneously.

Fang Qing, who hadn't noticed when her ringtone had changed, calmly took out her phone.

It was a call from a subordinate lawyer in charge of the lawsuit against Greenland Group.

Fang Qing answered the phone and held it to her ear.

"Mr. Fang..." (End of Chapter)