Jian Xi and the servants were taken back to Nan Garden by a police car.
Nan Mufeng's expression darkened, "Where is my mom? I want to see her."
"Please come this way, Young Master Nan," the officer said politely.
With long strides, Nan Mufeng walked forward. His taut, handsome face carried an air of command.
Yu Ling was in relatively good shape, at least she hadn't undergone any form of physical punishment. When she saw Nan Mufeng entering, she smiled, "Son."
"Mom," Nan Mufeng sat down opposite Yu Ling in the cramped room, which was occupied by several police officers.
Every word they uttered was a subject of scrutiny for others.
"Where's your wife?" Yu Ling asked. Everyone in their family had through great turmoil, but Jian Xi was different; she was an innocent child.
"She's gone home."
"Mm."
Yu Ling let out a sigh of relief.
"Mom, you've been framed," Nan Mufeng said in a voice not loud but forceful.
