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"Idiot, don't come over as soon as someone calls you next time. If you really can't refuse, at least give me a call and tell me."

This sentence instantly caught An Yan's wandering thoughts back.

She suddenly realized that the timing of this person's appearance in the Sheng family seemed too coincidental.

She tentatively said something.

"Even if I didn't tell you, you would still be here."

Unexpectedly, Sheng Yanchen admitted it directly and generously.

"Stupid or not, there's no such thing as a coincidence."

"I have already set up spies here at Laozhai, so I received the news as soon as you arrived here."

"But this is not foolproof. It always takes time for me to get here."

“If I happen to be away on business, it gets trickier.”

"So, we must try our best to prevent this situation from happening next time, do you understand?"

It was just as she guessed, she should have realized this earlier.

However, when did he start to bury his spy in the old residence of the Sheng family?
And when did his people start including her whereabouts in the report...

Although she knew he was trying to protect her, the feeling of being spied on still made An Yan feel a little uncomfortable.

But this little bit of negative emotion was quickly dispelled by the kiss he landed on his lips.

"Are you so heartless? Are you not even touched? I came here specially for you."

As he spoke, he curled his lips and smiled evilly.

"But I have selfish motives."

"I didn't care before, but now you are mine. I haven't even eaten it yet. How can I let my elder brother take advantage of it in vain?"

She was still not used to him flirting with her like this, not to mention that Nannan was still watching.

An Yan's face suddenly turned red, and she started to pinch him in annoyance.

"Sheng Yanchen! You are not allowed to talk nonsense in front of my daughter anymore!"

To be honest, what he likes most is her innocent and shy appearance, and he has never been able to resist her like this.

Every time he sees her like this, while loving her, he wants to bully her even more.

An Yan pinched and he hid. Just as the two of them were laughing and joking like young lovers, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside the door.

The person was walking very fast, and by the time they noticed it, the voice was almost outside the door.

The next second, without any warning, the door was suddenly pushed open.

An Yan's pupils shrank suddenly, and her heart suddenly reached her throat.

Sheng Chuhong opened the door and was stunned for a moment because he didn't see anyone in the room.

She turned around and glanced around, only to find An Yan standing by the floor-to-ceiling window leading to the terrace, holding her daughter in her arms.

The curtains were swaying slightly, not sure if they were blown by the wind.

He frowned and walked towards her.

"What are you doing standing here?"

An Yan pinched her palms hard, forcing herself to calm down her frantic heartbeat, and try to look as normal as possible.

She turned around and walked in the direction of Sheng Chuhong expressionlessly.

"It's nothing, I just felt a little stuffy in the room, so I opened the window to get some air."

An Yan swallowed her heart that was jumping to her throat and walked over, "It's nothing, the room is a bit stuffy. Open the window to get some air."

Sheng Chuhong frowned and seemed a little unhappy.

"Didn't you say that my daughter had a cold? She had a fever before. Why did she open the window to let her have some air?"

"You are too careless. No wonder my mother said you don't know how to take care of children, so my daughter always gets sick." This is really unreasonable and shameless to the extreme.

An Yan didn't argue with him, she just held the child and walked to the other side.

She tried to stay as far away from the floor-to-ceiling windows as possible, trying to divert his attention.

"Chu Hong, why did you come to see me so late?"

Speaking of this, Sheng Chuhong immediately suppressed the dissatisfaction in his brows and eyes, and his expression changed faster than turning the page of a book.

He walked to the sofa nearby and called her over.

"You put my daughter on the bed first and let her play by herself for a while. Come over here and let's have a chat."

An Yan naturally had nothing to talk to him about, but obviously, in this situation, she couldn't shirk it.

So she had no choice but to put her daughter on the bed first and reluctantly walked towards him.

When she put her daughter down, she 'accidentally' touched a toy, and the toy's music suddenly rang loudly, making it very noisy.

Sheng Chuhong hated this kind of noisy sound the most. He stood up almost immediately and pressed the switch irritably.

An Yan took advantage of this gap and secretly glanced in the direction of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The situation was so rushed that Sheng Yanchen had no time to leave, so he had to hide behind the curtain temporarily.

She just made that polite refusal on purpose. He should have understood what she meant and had already taken the opportunity to leave.

This kind of drama is too exciting and exciting, and An Yan can't bear it.

She is really not good at lying, and if she does something shameful, she will almost burst out.

She walked to the sofa, chose a seat far away from Sheng Chuhong, sat down, lowered her eyes and asked.

"Chu Hong, what do you want to tell me?"

By this time, Sheng Chuhong was no longer too lazy to follow her around the bush and went straight to the point.

"Yanyan, didn't you say before that you have been sorting out the notes left by Uncle An after he left?"

"Now, have you made any progress?"

An Yan was a little surprised. She didn't expect that this was what Sheng Chuhong wanted to ask.

Although she didn't know what his purpose was, there was indeed nothing to deceive about this matter. She shook her head truthfully.

"No."

"My father's notes were severely damaged, and there are very few things left from those days."

"I can only speculate based on some scattered fragments now, so there hasn't been much progress so far."

As soon as she finished speaking, Sheng Chuhong suddenly came towards her and held her arms tightly.

His tone was a little urgent, and he stared at her for a moment, as if he wanted to see some clues from her expression.

"Yanyan, think about it again."

"Uncle An, didn't he leave you anything special before he passed away?"

"How about... books, electronic files, special notes, etc.? Just some data-related things?"

"Are you sure there really isn't anything at all?"

An Yan suddenly thought of the information Uncle Zhang sent her before and what he said to her.

Is there really anything special about that data...

She thought about it and shook her head.

"Really do not have."

"Chu Hong, you know that my father passed away very suddenly back then. Before the accident, we didn't even find any clues, right?"

"Under such circumstances, how could he deliberately leave anything for me."