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Chapter 693

"He's not yet an adult."

Yan Zhan had no expression on his face: He will be an adult once he is raised.

When Manshu arrived at the police station, Yan Zhan didn't come out, but he had already ordered someone to look for him and bring him in.

Therefore, she had an unobstructed journey and found the room where Yan Zhan was.

There are several computers inside, all with surveillance screens.

Manshu avoided the computers and put aside the chicken soup he was carrying.

"Uncle Third, come and have some soup before you go to work."

As soon as she opened the can of chicken soup, everyone smelled the aroma inside.

The chicken soup is packed in a white can. It's a 999 item, so the packaging is naturally unusual.

Before Yan Zhan came forward, Tong Yan came over first: "Manshu, where did you buy this chicken soup? It smells very fragrant. With such a big can, A Zhan can't finish it by himself, right?"

Tong Yan was not a person who was greedy for good things, but who said that this good thing was given to a friend by a little girl?

So, the other police officers saw their cold-faced captain shamelessly asking the little girl for chicken soup.

Manshu glanced at Yan Zhan, and Yan Zhan came over, poured a bowl of chicken soup himself, and drank it in front of Tong Yan.

"Not bad." He has tasted countless chicken soups, but the one Manshu brought today really tastes good.

Coupled with the bonus of her thoughtfulness in packaging, it becomes even better.

Manshu felt a little embarrassed when she saw that he didn't pour chicken soup for Tong Yan.

It was such a big can that he couldn't drink it all by himself.

"Captain Tong, why don't you find something, and I'll spare half for you." Give half to the third uncle, and it's okay for the others to share the other half.

Everyone present is working hard to serve the people, and it is appropriate to drink some soup to replenish your body.

But Yan Zhan refused.

He pressed the chicken soup can: "They don't need to eat this. It's too supplementary and inappropriate."

Tong Yan: "Why isn't it suitable? We don't deserve to make up for it anymore?"

Yan Zhan glanced at his abdomen: "I was injured and lost too much blood."

Therefore, I am the one who needs compensation the most.

Tong Yan: Okay, he can't speak to a stupid person.

Yan Zhan was not stingy, he immediately called and asked Wan Yi to order midnight snacks for everyone and deliver them to the police station.

Everyone has a share in working overtime.

Seeing him like this, Tong Yan was speechless.

But before calling the police, he looked between Manshu and Yan Zhan several times.

If these two people don't get together in the future, he will rip off the criminal's head.

"Who did you go to dinner with tonight?" Yan Zhan casually asked Manshu while he was drinking chicken soup.

"My friend who was racing together yesterday was Gu Zimo."

Yan Zhan heard Gu Zimo and frowned: "Is it Gu Zimo who wants to cause trouble for you?"

After all, it was his younger brother and Xiao Qingmei who were injured, so it was understandable for him to protect these two people.

However, in this matter, Yan Zhan had no sympathy for the two injured people at all.

What's more, it's a good thing that Yan Siyu was injured this time.

If she hadn't lost too much blood, who knows how long her identity would have been concealed?

"He's here to give us money." Manshu didn't know what he was thinking, and told Yan Zhan everything that happened at the dinner table.

Yan Zhan listened patiently. When he heard Gu Zimo give the money to several people, he understood the other person's little thoughts.

This kind of provocation, if someone among them is a little bit cautious, it will easily lead to conflicts.

Fortunately, the little girl is smart.

"Your solution is good."

He couldn't help but rub her hair.

Being praised, Manshu smiled with crooked eyebrows.

"He still wants my house, saying that Yan Siyu wants it. Third uncle, can't Yan Siyu find a better place to live than my house?"

The little complainer is very good at filing complaints.


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