"You are too careless. I'll find you if there is any medicine to make you feel better." Xiaoxiao believed it and stood up to find her pills.

Song Ci'an Cheng took the opportunity to call.

It's an empty number.

Yan Jin found Liu Chengshuang again a few days later.

Liu Chengshuang was pushed outside by the nurse to bask in the sun.

She looked into the distance dementedly, and kept muttering the words Amin.

Seeing Yan Jin coming, the nurse retreated not far away tactfully.

Only two people were left at this moment, the breeze passed by, and the seemingly calm scene was actually undercurrents.

"Did you remember anything?"

Yan Jin's Wenhou's voice rang out slowly, and there was a ray of light in her dull eyes.

"Amin, why did you come to see me after so long? I was bored by myself in the past few days when you were away."

Liu Chengshuang lowered his head and played with his fingers.

"Have they come to find you again?" Yan Jin looked at her every move.

Liu Chengshuang stopped and said, "They, they are gone. I should be happy, but why can't I be happy? Because they are gone, you are dead, Amin, you are dead."

"Faith, by the way, there is also faith, my faith, my faith."

Liu Chengshuang rummaged around and found his pockets.

With her pockets empty, she suddenly grabbed Yan Jin's hand and looked panicked.

"It's gone, Amin, the letter you left to me is gone. I've lost such an important thing."

Hearing the important clues, Yan Jin also continued to ask: "Do you remember where you put the letter?"

Seeing that his eyes suddenly became fierce, Liu Chengshuang pushed him away: "It's you, it's you, it's you who stole Amin's letter and give it back to me, and give it back to me quickly."

Seeing that Liu Chengshuang's mood was fluctuating greatly, the nurse hugged her.

Otherwise Yan Jin might be scratched.

Then several nurses rushed over, forced Liu Chengshuang to hold her down, and gave her a sedative before calming down.

Yan Jin withdrew.

Since she has the trust in her hand, who can trust her?

...

Song Ci'an also checked the hospitalization records of several families, but there was no name from Liu Chengshuang at all. When he was bored, the phone rang and it was He Zhilin who called.

"Uncle He, what are you asking for me?"

"Ci'an, your mother had a high fever the day before yesterday. She was chanting your name in her mouth. I want you to come back and see her."

He Zhilin's voice sounded full of fatigue.

"Okay, I get it, I'll wait and go back."

When Song Cian heard that his mother was sick, she could no longer sit still and went out with her bag.

However, when he arrived at the He family, his mother, who was originally sick, sat on the European sofa with a rosy complexion.

Song Cian soon realized that he had been deceived.

Without raising his eyelids, he quickly walked out of the He family, but was blocked by the butler.

"What do you mean? Uncle He, United, lied to me to come back, and where do you want to make a fuss?"

Song Ci'an's lips were pursed, and his eyes were chilling.

"I told you last time, don't go to North City again, why don't you listen to your advice?"

Song Yixin stood up and scolded.

Song Cian sneered: "I also said that I have to find out the matter in Beicheng, and no one can stop me."

"So something happened to you, do you want to hide it without saying a word?"

Song Ci'an was stunned.

How did my mother know about the mudslide?

"If I weren't asking your assistant, do you plan to continue making trouble, and when will you let me worry!"

Song Yixin's face was full of anger.
Chapter completed!