"Could it be that he made a fake and deceived us with fake things?"
Deliberately giving the fake one to Manshu and sending it to the police through her hands, this master of the thief sect went a bit too far.
Do you want to use the real thing to exchange for money and use a fake to exchange for someone else?
Evil intentions!
Manshu: "...I think it should be impossible. If that Lin sect leader cares about his two apprentices, he should know that the police are not easy to fool."
She was not helping Lin Yi speak, but Fengzhu was real.
There is no way to explain this. If Fengzhu needs to be identified later, it will be none of her business.
Yan Zhan took her to have a late night snack and then sent her home.
"Third uncle, Fengzhu..." Manshu hesitated at the door of the house.
Yan Zhan looked at her: "Fengzhu's matter has nothing to do with you, so you don't need to worry about it anymore."
In Yan Zhan's opinion, Lin Yi put Fengzhu in Manshu's hands with sinister intentions and deliberately introduced her into the situation.
"Oh." Manshu nodded obediently, but he didn't know what he was thinking.
When she returned home, she found Grandma Yan still in the living room, and Yan Rushan was chatting and watching TV with the old man.
Seeing Manshu come back, Grandma Yan went to sleep with peace of mind.
Yan Rushan heard that it was Yan Zhan who sent her to her door, and was a little curious. Is Mr. Yan from City C so kind to a little girl?
Although he didn't know Yan Zhan well, he had heard a lot about his deeds.
After all, both of them are young and promising, and they are often compared.
"Manman, are you familiar with Yan Zhan?" Yan Rushan regretted after asking.
My niece is still young, what do I know?
That boy Yan Zhan must be uneasy and kind-hearted.
Manshu was stunned and said, "You look familiar, right?"
"Manman, Yan Zhan is as cold as a brick of ice and very boring. How did you get to know him well? Aren't you afraid of him?"
Yan Rushan touched his face. Isn't he more lovable than Yan Zhan?
"Why are you afraid of him? He doesn't eat people." Manshu said with a strange expression, "Uncle, don't believe the rumors outside. Third uncle is very good, but he is not good at words."
Yan Rushan: "..." He is not good at words.
Maybe the paternity test results will be available at nine o'clock tomorrow morning. Professor Yan is not as insomniac as he was last night.
He had a good sleep and got up early in the morning.
When he got up, he met Manshu who was going downstairs and returning from morning exercises.
Manshu also brought breakfast, and when she saw Professor Yan, she let him eat it first.
Professor Yan took a soup dumpling by himself and ate it with shredded chicken porridge.
Manshu peeled a tea egg for him, and Professor Yan was very happy.
In recent years, there have been no girls in the Yan family.
He seemed to have regarded Manshu as his own granddaughter.
"Manman, do you insist on doing morning exercises every day?"
"Well, I met an old man downstairs in the community. He practices martial arts. He trains himself and teaches me."
Manshu took a sip of the porridge. She knew what Professor Yan was going to do next, and she could also see that Professor Yan kept looking for topics because he was nervous.
She already knew the results, but she didn't react, but she was looking forward to Yan Siyu's expression when she learned about the paternity test.
The two of them had breakfast together.
Yan Rushan just got up.
He randomly stuffed a tea egg that was almost cold, and went downstairs with Professor Yan.
The two took a taxi directly to the paternity testing center and met Mr. Yan, who thought they had arrived at the paternity testing center early.
This time, Yan Zhan also accompanied the old man.
He was worried that the old man would not be able to bear the result later.
Although the old man has been mentally prepared, if the granddaughter he has raised for eighteen years is really not his biological child, it will be uncomfortable for him personally.
When the two old men met, they were wary of each other and wary of each other, which diluted this emotion.