"Sorry, I can't." Zeng Chengliang's voice was still as deep and powerful as ever, "What I can do is try my best to investigate the case. I can't do things that are just empty talk."

"You just don't want to promise!" Meng Chen's face darkened to the extreme.

"I am more eager to settle this case than you are. Jiang Shu, who I have always regarded as my goddaughter, died in this accident. Do you think I don't want to close the case?" Zeng Chengliang said.

Meng Chen was confused: "Then why don't you allow me to intervene? I just want to take a look at your latest clue file, why don't you allow me to intervene?"

"Because you are not a public official." Zeng Chengliang still looked very apologetic. He couldn't do it. "Besides, I promised you that I will notify you if there is any progress."

"Then this year has passed, what have you informed me again?"

Zeng Chengliang put on his police uniform and hat: "Sorry, Mr. Meng, I need a police officer."

Zeng Chengliang left directly.

Meng Chen punched the wall, his gloomy eyes were dark red, his fists were clenched and his teeth were gritted.

Winter in Beijing is very cold.

The wet rain seemed to hit his heart, and it was like needles piercing his heart.

Meng Chen didn't leave, he just sat on the corridor seat in the police station, feeling depressed.

All these years, he has been looking for Xiao Zi, and there is only one thing left in his life - to find her. Even if it means losing all his family wealth and spending his life, he will still find her.

noon.

Zeng Chengliang’s wife appeared at the police station carrying a thermos box.

She recognized Meng Chen, and she often heard her husband mention this man.

At this moment, this man in a black coat was sitting alone on a cold bench, like a trapped animal, with an aura that kept strangers away from him.

She said hello: "Mr. Meng, are you here to do something?"

Meng Chen raised his eyes and looked haggard: "I won't do anything."

"Oh, I made some pork rib soup for my husband. He has a bad stomach recently and can't eat the food in the cafeteria, so I give it to him every day."

Meng Chen said nothing, and his expression was a little dull and indifferent.

"Mr. Meng, are you looking for someone?"

"I'm not looking for anyone." Meng Chen said calmly, "The person I'm looking for can't be found..."

Mrs. Zeng knew what he meant: "Mr. Meng, don't give up easily, and don't be discouraged. You have to know that no news is the best news. That child Aci is really pitiful. After Ah Shu left, he lived alone.

He is very lonely, and spending every day with his daughter through the boring and deserted spring, summer, autumn and winter is a kind of torture for him. Despite this, he is still very strong."

Meng Chen still didn't speak.

Mrs. Zeng didn’t try to persuade her anymore, she just sighed: “I’ll go find my husband first.”

"He went to the police, I'm afraid he hasn't come back yet."

"I can wait for him."

Mrs. Zeng and Zeng Chengliang have always been very loving. Although they have been married for many years, they are still inseparable and are recognized as a model couple.

Mrs. Zeng couldn't help but feel sad when she mentioned Jiang Shu, her eyes were red. It had been a year since Ah Shu left.

She has also been urging her husband to find Xiao Zi. How many people in this world can bear the separation of life and death?

Mrs. Zeng left.

Meng Chen was still sitting on the bench until Josnian called him.

"Are you in the capital?" Josnian's deep voice sounded.

"Yeah." Meng Chen looked at the empty corridor of the police station, his eyes dull.
Chapter completed!