"Yan Song and the others will investigate. You should rest for a while."
Yan Han squatted down in front of Song Xiang, his throat was dry. He knew in his heart that Xu Shuyan was not her biological mother, and he couldn't help but tell her many times.
When the words come to my mouth, I can't help but feel worried.
He wasn't sure what would happen if Song Xiang knew the truth.
Song Xiang sat on the chair, half-bent, her forehead resting on his shoulder, and said in a small voice, "I don't understand why the money should be transferred out."
"You know? Ever since I can remember, my family has never had any money. Sometimes I don't even have enough to eat."
But looking at the bill, Xu Shuyan has been frantically sending money to each other since she was a child. Why?
"She will be stimulated. It must be because she woke up last night and found that she missed the date to send money to the other party, so she got sick again."
Who is so important and worthy of caring so much?
Yan Han frowned and his chest was severely depressed. He held the person in his arms and coaxed him gently.
"Be good, you have me, don't be afraid."
It was okay if he didn't say it, but when he did, Song Xiang felt terribly wronged and leaned on his shoulder and sobbed softly.
After a long time, she regained consciousness and sat up straight.
Yan Han wiped her tears and said, "The experts will arrive in the evening. You can rest for a while."
Song Xiang knew that he was worried and nodded.
Yan Han stood up and carried her to the bed.
The room was quiet, and he waited until she closed her eyes before he walked out.
Outside the door, Yan Song was holding the information and waiting for Yan Han.
Yan Han closed the door and took two steps away before asking: "Have you checked it out?"
"It's not a difficult thing." Yan Song handed the things to Yan Han and spoke in a lower voice: "Ms. Xu sent all the money to a family in Qincheng. This family is the family member of the person Song Yang killed."
Yan Han frowned, opened the information bag and glanced up and down.
"The other party blackmailed her?"
Yan Song shook his head and said in a slightly helpless tone, "According to my guess, Ms. Xu used to send money secretly. At first she sent money, but later she changed to sending money. As time went by, the other party had evil intentions and found out her identity."
We know that she is Song Yang's widow. The payment ten years ago was not much, but it was basically half of Ms. Xu's salary. In recent years, the other party has begun to extort money. Ms. Xu is afraid that they will expose the matter to Ms. Song.
So the payment amount is getting higher and higher.”
Yan Han looked at the information with a cold expression.
He remembered what Song Xiang said, that he often didn't even have enough to eat.
Xu Shuyan devoted all her energy to paying off her husband's debts and had no time to take care of Song Xiang. Song Xiang's high school and college tuition fees were basically earned by herself.
Feeling angry, he threw the things to Yan Song.
"Let those people find a way to wake her up as soon as possible. I want to see her."
He didn't want to use the honorific title to Xu Shuyan anymore. He had an intuition that Xu Shuyan would definitely not pick up Song Xiang.
Yan Song responded, turned and left.
Yan Han pushed open the door to the room, and Song Xiang curled up in the quilt, frowning, obviously sleeping uneasily.
He came closer, not daring to sit on the edge of the bed for fear of waking Song Xiang.
He knelt down on one knee beside the bed and looked at him quietly.
The education he received was a refined and self-interested elite education. Caring for others is the greatest stupidity.
But ever since he had Song Xiang, he couldn't help but feel sorry for her. He just wished he could turn back time and be by her side sooner.