Fang Huaian moved swiftly, and blood oozed slightly from where the knife edge was against his throat.
Wang Zhaoxi is talented, he is indeed an excellent and capable general.
It would be a pity if he was killed by mistake.
As long as he is a traitor, he will be exposed one day.
He believed in his own vision and just examined it further.
So, he waved his hand hurriedly: "Brother Feng, what are you doing! When did I stop believing you! Put the knife down quickly! Don't hurt yourself!"
Fang Huaian glanced at Scar and slowly put down the knife in his hand.
This man had obviously been put into trouble by himself, and his sudden appearance here almost ruined his good deeds.
Wang Zhao sternly scolded Scar: "You just committed a crime and escaped from the police station after killing a policeman. Since you have come to seek refuge with me, out of brotherly loyalty, I will not hand you over. But you'd better keep a low profile."
Come on, don’t cause trouble for me! And don’t hurt our brotherhood!”
Scar squinted his eyes, flashing a fierce light.
He knew that now that the matter had come to this, Wang Zhao would no longer believe his words.
But he believed in his own judgment that Fang Huaian was definitely an undercover police agent.
"Okay, I'm tired. Let's go back and rest first. Brother Feng, find a place for Brother Scar to stay first. You suffered a loss from Scar before, so this time it's even!"
Wang Zhao left the mess to Fang Huaian, and left with Huang Guoli and a group of people calmly.
Scar stared at Fang Huaian: "One day, I will find out the evidence that you are an undercover agent. I will let you die in my hands!"
Fang Huaian looked at him contemptuously: "I'm waiting..."
The two broke up unhappy.
Time passed by, and Song Yiqing was walking back and forth in the room.
Several hours have passed, and Fang Huaian is still nowhere to be seen.
She became increasingly anxious.
"Host, please stop spinning. It's making my head dizzy."
"Aren't you a machine? You don't have any brains!"
The system was choked and shut up instantly.
"How about you check for me and see if Fang Huaian is okay?"
"..."
The system automatically pretended to be dead, and no matter what Song Yiqing said, there was no reaction at all.
Song Yiqing was helpless and could only hope that he would come back soon.
"Dong dong dong..."
The knock on the door finally rang.
She couldn't wait to open the door.
The person in front of her was not Fang Huaian, but the gentleman she had given acupuncture for.
"Mr. Fang, why are you here?"
Song Yiqing's first reaction when she saw him was that something had happened to Fang Huaian.
She automatically took two steps back and welcomed the person into the room.
"My leg is really hurting, so I want you to give me an injection."
"Please come in, please come in!"
When Song Yiqing closed the door, she deliberately looked around and saw that there was no suspicious person.
The room was quiet, and the man was sitting upright at the table, waiting for her to sit down.
"Doctor Song, I came here today for two things. First, thank you for your help today. Second, I want to ask, do you already know Feng Xiaodao's identity?"
The other party spoke directly without any unnecessary nonsense.
Song Yiqing couldn't help but admire him, he really had a military style.
"It's just a matter of solving a few minions. Regarding his identity..."
She hesitated for a moment and was interrupted by the other party.
"Feng Xiaodao's identity is that of a gangster who grew up in the next city block. Dr. Song is a smart man and should not do bad things with good intentions."
Song Yiqing understood that the other party was here to remind her not to disturb Fang Huaian.
His appearance brought more doubts to Fang Huaian.
Wang Zhao had begun to distrust him.
My excessive concern for him has become a problem for him instead of a help.
The best help for him right now is to be silent and do nothing.
Song Yiqing nodded: "I know what to do."
The other person was very satisfied with her transparency, and when she was about to say more, there was another knock on the door outside.
The two looked at each other, and Song Yiqing took the initiative to open the door.
Jiang Qiuhua and Fang Jinnian stood at the door: "Jinnian said he missed his mother and must come back to see her."
Song Yiqing looked back at the people in the room.
Jiang Qiuhua followed his gaze and looked inside.
An older man, not Fang Huaian.
He suddenly felt relieved.
Fang Jinnian became disappointed. He had not seen Uncle Feng for several days.
He thought he would be there, but he wasn't...
Song Yiqing explained with a smile: "I have a guest here, but the treatment has ended. I was just about to pick up Jinnian, and you sent him back!"
She smiled and nodded to the people inside, who got up and left naturally.
After taking over her son, Song Yiqing didn't keep Jiang Qiuhua any longer.
She had a premonition that Fang Huaian would definitely come.
Song Yiqing took care of Fang Jinnian to wash up and put him to bed obediently.
It didn't take long for him to fall asleep.
Just when she thought Fang Huai'an would not come, footsteps sounded outside the house.
She put on her clothes and looked at the door warily.
Before he could knock on the door, she opened it.
Fang Huaian smiled: "How did you know it was me?"
Song Yiqing smelled the bloody smell on his body and must have been injured again.
He said angrily: "Who can come to this married woman's yard and climb the corner of my house without sleeping at night? Who else but you?"
Fang Huaian smiled and followed her footsteps into the door.
"I was worried that you wouldn't be able to see my crazy thoughts, so after finishing my business over there, I hurriedly came to your place. I didn't even go to the hospital!"
At the end of his sentence, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, with the intention of asking for credit.
Song Yiqing had a cold face and was indifferent to his words.
He immediately noticed that she was in a bad mood: "Are you unhappy?"
"No."
Fang Huaian felt that there was something strange about her that she couldn't explain, and she became strange and alienated.
"I'm injured, Dr. Song, can you help me bandage it?"
Song Yiqing wanted to ignore it, but she was really worried about him, so she could only reluctantly step forward and lift up his clothes.
As she expected, blood oozed from the original wound again.
The wound would be healed within a week if you take good care of it, but after being tortured like this by him, it wouldn't heal in half a month.
There was a look of blame on her face, and her hands moved neatly, disinfecting and bandaging everything in one go.
Song Yiqing didn't say a word throughout the whole process.
Fang Huai'an found several topics, but she refused to answer them coldly and lost interest in talking, so he also fell silent.
A strange atmosphere condensed in the air, and Fang Huaian's face became darker and darker.
This woman is so scary when she's angry!
As cold as ice, keep strangers away!
Finally, the iron pliers in Song Yiqing's hand fell into the small box with a snap.
"Okay, the wounds have been treated, you can go."
Fang Huaian never expected that she would issue an eviction order as soon as she took care of the matter.
Don't let him stay for a second longer!
There was some loneliness in his eyes, and he had no choice but to get up and leave.