Old Harden, can you handle having your vision-shifting abilities on all the time?

The police arrived quickly.

Two police officers in uniform, a man and a woman, knocked on the door of the rented room.

Gao Min, holding the child, recounted the situation with red and swollen eyes and a hoarse voice.

The police officers listened patiently, asked for more details, and then exchanged glances.

The policewoman advised, "Ms. Gao, given your mother's situation, we suggest you contact other relatives first and ask them to make phone calls to persuade her."

If we can persuade you to return the items, then we'll let this matter drop.

However, if it's filed as a criminal case, once it's filed, it's very difficult to withdraw, and it may have some impact on your child in the future.

Gao Min was stunned.

child……

She looked down at her son in her arms. The little guy was staring at her with his big, dark eyes, completely unaware of what was happening.

This child is, after all, Xu Xing's own grandson.

Although Xu Xing has severed his father-son relationship with Xu Yanle, the blood ties cannot be severed.

If this matter is indeed investigated and blown up, and it reaches Xu Xing's ears...

Gao Min's heart clenched.

She bit her lip, her voice trembling, and said, "Then...then I'll try calling my relatives first."

The police officer nodded: "Okay, then you can contact us first, we'll wait for you in a bit."

Gao Min picked up her phone, scrolled through her contacts, and dialed her second aunt's number.

The phone rang several times before being answered, and an impatient voice came from the other end: "Hey? Gao Min? What is it now?"

"Second Aunt, my mom has run away."

"Ran away? Where did they go?"

"I didn't know, she stole my gold jewelry too, and she even blocked my phone number and email address..."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, then a cold laugh came through: "Heh, I knew Zhao Jinhua was unreliable."

Gao Min, let me tell you, it's her business if your mother runs away, but you can't owe me a single penny less!

If you don't pay me back within three days, I'll sue you in court!

"Second Aunt, I really don't have any money right now..."

"No money? If you have no money, go sell yourself! Aren't you pretty? Go sell yourself!"

After saying that, the phone was hung up.

Gao Min held her phone, her face deathly pale.

She dialed her third aunt's number again.

"Third Aunt, my mother..."

"Don't mention you and your daughter to me! Let me tell you, Gao Min, if you dare to renege on my debt, I'll have someone throw paint on your house!"

"Third Aunt, I really..."

"Stop talking nonsense! Give me my money back!"

The call was disconnected again.

Undeterred, Gao Min dialed several more relatives' numbers.

But every call yielded the same response:

"Give me my money back!"

"Go sell it!"

"Don't give me that nonsense!"

Each cold, sarcastic remark was like a knife, stabbing deeply into her heart.

Gao Min was holding her phone, her whole body trembling.

She suddenly felt like a joke.

A complete joke.

She thought that her mother, though unreliable, at least loved her, would lend her a hand in her most difficult time.

But now?

My husband ran away.

My father-in-law turned hostile.

Her biological mother stole her things and ran away.

Her relatives all wanted to tear her apart.

What else does she have?

She has nothing left.

Gao Min suddenly burst into laughter, a loud and mad laugh that frightened the child in her arms into crying loudly.

She frantically tugged at her hair, again and again, as if she felt no pain.

"what!"

She let out a heart-wrenching scream, then collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud.

The policewoman rushed forward to help her up, saying, "Ms. Gao, please calm down..."

Gao Min didn't respond; she just lay on the ground, staring blankly at the ceiling, tears streaming down her face and soaking the floor.

The police officers stood by, watching the distraught woman exchange bewildered glances, and finally sighed helplessly.

"Ms. Gao, please think it over carefully and contact us again when you've made up your mind."

After saying that, the two turned and left the rented room.

The security door closed behind them with a dull thud.

The room fell silent again, as if dead.

Only the cries of children echoed in the darkness.

Gao Min lay motionless on the ground, suddenly feeling that this was probably how her life would end.

……

Xu Xing was unaware of Zhao Jinhua's escape and Gao Min's breakdown. Not long after returning to Chang'an, he received a call from Zhou Zhihai.

"Hello, Mr. Zhou."

Xu Xing answered the phone, his tone relaxed.

"XCMG, did I disturb your rest?"

"No, please speak freely, Mr. Zhou."

"That's right, a fair for antiques will be held in Chang'an the day after tomorrow, jointly organized by the Provincial Collectors Association and the Provincial Cultural Relics Bureau."

Zhou Zhihai explained, "I was invited to be a guest, and I was thinking of asking if you would like to come along?"

Xu Xing became somewhat interested upon hearing this: "Antiques exchange meeting? Who are the participants?"

"People come from all over the country, including Beijing, Shanghai, Nanjing, and Guangdong Province. Some overseas collectors who have returned to China will also participate."

Zhou Zhihai said, "This exchange meeting is of a high standard, and the exhibited collections are all of excellent quality. It is a good learning opportunity for you."

"Okay, I'll go take a look the day after tomorrow."

Xu Xing readily agreed.

"Okay, I'll wait for you at the entrance then, and we'll go in together."

After hanging up the phone, Xu Xing put down his phone and continued to look through the electronic documents saved on it.

Not long after, the phone rang again.

This call came from Liu Changhe, deputy director of the Provincial Cultural Relics Bureau.

"Director Liu, hello."

Xu Xing answered the phone.

"XCMG, did I disturb you?"

Liu Changhe's voice carried a hint of politeness.

"No, Director Liu, what is it you need to say?"

"That's right, the Provincial Collectors Association and our Cultural Relics Bureau are jointly hosting an antique exchange meeting, which will be held the day after tomorrow at the Chang'an International Convention and Exhibition Center."

Liu Changhe said, "I'd like to invite you to participate, but I don't know if you have time?"

Xu Xing smiled and said, "Director Liu, Old Zhou Zhihai just called me, and I've already agreed to it."

"Haha, Old Zhou is faster than me!"

Liu Changhe laughed and said, "That's perfect, I'll send you the electronic invitation. You can just use the invitation to enter."

"Okay, thank you, Director Liu."

Not long after hanging up the phone, Xu Xing received an invitation.

The next morning, Xu Xing drove to Chen Xinyi's residence.

Chen Xinyi is currently in her first trimester, a stage that requires careful attention.

After Xu Xing arrived, he first had lunch with her, then helped her tidy up some of the clutter in her house, and chatted with her for a while.

"What have you been busy with lately?"

Chen Xinyi leaned back on the sofa, holding a glass of warm water in her hand, and looked at Xu Xing and asked.

There's an antiques fair tomorrow, and someone invited me to go and take a look.

Xu Xing sat down beside her and gently touched her lower abdomen. "How are you feeling? Any discomfort?"

"It's alright, just a bit sleepy and not very good appetite."

Chen Xinyi leaned on his shoulder, "The doctor said this is normal in early pregnancy, it will get better after three months."

"That's good. Call me anytime if you need anything."

"Okay, you can go about your business. You don't need to stay with me every day."

Chen Xinyi smiled and said, "I'm not that kind of delicate woman."

Xu Xing kissed her on the forehead and stayed for a while before leaving.