A game that shouldn't have started

  Han Xiyan looked at Ling Huan Tian's eyes and felt warmth, he said gratefully: "Huan Tian, thank you! Being friends with you is also one of the few beautiful things in my life! The friendship between us, I will always remember!"

  Han Xiyan raised his cup and toasted Ling Huotian from afar, downing it in one gulp.

  Ling Haotian let out a soft sigh, he didn't understand either how he and Han Xiyan had become such close friends that they could talk about anything.

  They were clearly two completely different people, he was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, high and above, one call and hundreds of responses, happy and flawless. But Han Xiyan's fate, however, was pitifully heartbreaking.

  But fate is so strange, everything about Han Xiyan, he felt it all too.

  "By the way, I heard that little witch is back, isn't she?" Ling Haotian suddenly remembered another matter he was concerned about.

  Ling Haotian didn't know Nangong Minglu, and he became friends with Han Xiyan after Nangong Minglu went abroad. However, he heard the name "Nangong Minglu" countless times from Han Xiyan's mouth.

  Nangong Minglu - the synonym for little demon, the one who has tormented Han Xiyan to the brink of death countless times, just thinking about it makes Ling Haotian's teeth ache with hatred. If Nangong Minglu hadn't left the country, he would have definitely taught that vicious and stinky girl a lesson, and given Han Xiyan an outlet for his anger!

  "Back now, living with her mother." Han Xiyan's warm eyes flashed a hint of coldness.

  "I'll go see her another day!" Ling Hao Tian was somewhat clenching his fists and rubbing his palms, eager to get started.

  "Young master, this is all we can find for now." Lu Ping returned and handed over the documents to Ling Huatian, which were much thicker than before.

  Ling Haotian handed it over to Han Xiyan, who held it in his hand and read it again and again, his face growing paler and paler.

  "Mr. Han, although your father was indeed with Rong Baichuan before the accident, we still don't have conclusive evidence to prove that what Han Peng said is true - that Rong Baichuan tampered with your father's car, leading to his death in the accident. So it's still too early to draw conclusions." Lu Ping saw Han Xiyan's reaction and was somewhat worried. He had some understanding of Rong Baichuan's character and didn't want Han Xiyan to make an irreparable mistake due to a momentary impulse.

  "But what if it's true? What if the person I've been calling Dad all these years is actually the enemy who killed my father? If that's the case, wouldn't I be the biggest joke in the world?" Han Xiyan's face turned as white as paper.

  Ling Haotian fell silent, he didn't know how to face his good friend in front of him. After a long silence, he finally said: "Yan, put this matter in your heart for now, don't make it public, we'll slowly investigate further. This matter is not trivial, Rong Baichuan is either your benefactor or your enemy. But if he's not your enemy, but rather the one who raised you with kindness, you mustn't act rashly and do something that will make you regret later."

  Han Xiyan reluctantly nodded, but even he himself didn't know if he could still call out "Dad" when facing Rong Baichuan in the future.

  Seeing Han Xiyan's suffering, Ling Haotian felt the same way. He didn't know how to alleviate Han Xiyan's pain either. Suddenly, he thought of Nangong Mingluo. Regardless of whether Rong Baichuan was the murderer who killed Han Xiyan's father or not, it was a fact that Nangong Mingluo had almost killed Han Xiyan before. He decided to go find Nangong Mingluo and avenge Han Xiyan.

  "Tomorrow I'll go meet that little witch and give you an outlet for your anger!"

  If it weren't for today's events, Han Xiyan might have refused, but because of this matter, he was so distracted that he didn't even object.

  And so, a game that shouldn't have started began.