Tan Beng Beng might not be dead.
When Yu Yuehan heard the news, he immediately narrowed his eyes.
As long as Tan Beng Beng was not dead, there was a chance he could ask about the video.
Yu Yuehan hung up the phone and walked back into the room, where Nian Xiaomu was still cuddled up to little Liu Liu, sleeping soundly.
He walked to the door, remembered something, turned around and walked back again, standing by the bed and lowering his head to drop a kiss on Nian Xiaomu’s face.
From the bedside table, he took out a sticky note and wrote down the words he had asked her to move back last night, but she hadn’t heard him.
Stick it on the bedside table.
After a moment’s thought, fearing that she might not see it, he brought her mobile phone over and pressed it onto the note.
In his dark eyes, there was a doting light, looking deeply at her.
And then, he left with a step.
When Nian Xiaomu woke up, in the room, only a small six-six lying on her chest was left.
The little glutinous rice dumpling’s fever had already subsided, and after a night of tossing and turning and a good night’s sleep, it had just opened its eyes and cried out that it was hungry.
Then without waiting for Nian Xiaomu’s reaction, his little body slid off the bed and drew his legs to look for the housekeeper for food.
“Little Liu Liu, you run slower!”
Nian Xiaomu reminded her, and only after seeing her descend the stairs steadily did she go into the bathroom to wash up.
When she was almost done, she heard the phone call, dried her face haphazardly and walked out of the bathroom.
The moment she picked up the phone, the post-it note pressed underneath it flew to the ground and landed on the floor.
It happened to be on the back.
Nian Xiaomu could not see what was written on it, nor did she know who had written it.
Just as she wanted to bend down to pick it up, she glanced out of the corner of her eye and saw that it was a call from Fan Yu, so she hastily picked it up first.
“There’s news from Tan Beng Beng, come to my place as soon as possible!” Fan Yu’s brief and concise sentence made Nian Xiaomu’s eyes light up instantly.
Hanging up the phone, she hurriedly changed her clothes and headed out of the room.
“Miss Nian, breakfast is ready.” The butler called out.
Nian Xiaomu was putting on her shoes at the door, “I have something to go first, I won’t eat, if there’s anything wrong with Xiao Liu Liu, you call me.”
After saying that, Nian Xiaomu quickly left.
When she arrived at Fan Yu’s private villa, Fan Yu was standing at the door waiting for her.
A white casual outfit gave the normally handsome looking person a bit more casualness.
The white skin, which glowed with velvet in the sunlight, did not look at all effeminate.
It is the kind of handsomeness that is very clean.
The dark brown pupils of his son are dense with a calm and relaxed light, except for the swirls under his eyes, which seem to hold the power of a thousand horses.
It is not to be underestimated.
Once the two met, there were no unnecessary polite words.
Fan Yu took Nian Xiaomu directly to the study and opened his own computer.
“This is the surveillance footage that took quite a lot of effort to pull out, good thing the emperor’s sky didn’t fail him.” Fan Yu clicked the video on and turned the computer screen in Nian Xiaomu’s direction as well.
“We had been misled by the check-in and check-out surveillance before, thinking that Tan Beng Beng must have boarded the plane, but we forgot that the check-in lane at the airport is not necessarily a direct boarding, but also a possible boarding of the ferry, and coincidentally, Tan Beng Beng Beng’s flight back home was!”
Van Yu paused and continued.
“In this way, from the ticket gate at the airport, then to the plane, there is a distance in between, I venture to guess that if Tan Avalanche did not get on the ferry at all, or after getting off the ferry, she did not get on the plane …… then, she was bound to leave the airport!”
Van Yu progressed the video, dragging it to the back.
