"Really?" Su Rou jumped up in a hurry, looked at Li Si happily, and said, "I used to be alone during the New Year. After returning to China, my dad left, and Aunt Yun and I were the only ones left in the villa.
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"Be good, I will accompany you during the Chinese New Year this year!" Li Si hugged Su Rou gently.
Su Rou is actually quite miserable. She left her parents to study abroad since she was a child. When she was a teenager, her mother died in a car accident. When she was in her twenties, her father died of illness. She was busy almost all the time, and she was worried about the Hongrong Group.
Heartbroken.
As soon as New Year's Day passed, the compensation for the power plant community began to be paid immediately. The demolition work was about to be prepared, and the demolition team of Hongrong Group immediately settled in the power plant community. This time, their arrival did not encounter any resistance, but received enthusiastic responses from the residents of the power plant community.
Welcome. With sufficient compensation, who doesn’t want to demolish this dilapidated house quickly?
On the other side, Li Si was sitting in the Land Rover. He took out his phone and directly dialed a familiar number.
"Hello..." A hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Where is the murderer who caused the terrorist incident at the Ice Sculpture Festival?" Li Si asked directly.
"Are you going to get involved?" the voice asked in surprise.
"No! I promised others to find the relevant people!" Li Si replied calmly: "I know that the planning of the case was the al-Qaeda organization in East Asia, but specifically how they infiltrated into Huainan City and how they infiltrated into
From the Ice Sculpture Festival?”
"Province G, Provincial Capital Road XX, No. XX!" The voice sighed and said, "Don't get involved too deeply, it won't be good for you!"
"Got it!" Li Si replied.
"When will you return to Beijing?" asked the other end of the phone.
"After the new year!" Li Si sighed.
"Okay, got it!"
The phone was immediately hung up with a bang. Li Si held the phone for a long time, and then he woke up from his memories. The instructor's voice was old, and he was old. He didn't know how many days there were in the future. Maybe, he was old.
Only then did he have those buried feelings, and he was not as cold-blooded and ruthless as he was ten years ago. The instructor now looks like an aging father. For the deaths of other people, he also deeply blames himself. Of course
