"Meng Fan!
You can go out now!" About two hours later, 15 minutes later, Meng Fan entered the interrogation room, unlocked the handcuffs for him, and said with a contemptuous look.
Walking into the hall, Meng Fan saw his mother with an anxious expression on her face.
Compared to a few years ago, if it weren't for the vague memories in his mind, Meng Fan really wouldn't have believed that his mother would actually age so much after all these years.
"Xiao Fan..." After so many years, Zheng Ya had thought that her son was dead.
There had been no news of him for the past few years.
Now that she saw Meng Fan, she couldn't help but burst into tears.
"Mom, I'm back," he said.
"It's fine!
I'll keep you company from now on." He held his mother in his arms, so excited that tears welled up in his eyes.
Before Zheng Ya could say anything, Li Ying looked at Meng Fan with disdain and said, "Humph!
You're a bit filial." It seemed that she was still angry, but she didn't say anything because Zheng Ya was here.
"Mom!
Don't pay attention to her.
There are some people who will bite others in particular these days!" Meng Fan was not a pushover.
Although he didn't have much conflict with Li Yingying, he was still a bit unhappy to put on such a face in front of his mother.
"Humph!
There are some people who are not young.
They still need to depend on their families." Li Ying said and looked at Meng Fan coldly.
She raised her head like a victorious rooster.
Hearing Li Yingying's words caused Meng Fan's entire body to tremble.
He looked at Zheng Ya with a face filled with guilt.
He had never imagined that something like this would happen as soon as he had returned.
His parents were ordinary commoners, and they didn't have much savings.
It was hard to hear from Li Ying's words.
His mother must have paid quite a bit in order to bail him out.
"Well, don't think too much.
Just come back.
Go to the hospital with me!
Your dad has already woken up.
It's just a concussion.
Don't worry." Zheng Ya knew what her son was thinking.
If he wanted to know Meng Fan, who would dare to say that he knew him better than his parents?
Of course, this so-called understanding was only related to Meng Fan nine years ago.
When Meng Fan and his mother arrived at the hospital, they chatted quite a bit.
However, Zheng Ya didn't ask about Meng Fan's whereabouts in the past few years.
She knew that no matter what Meng Fan had experienced in the past few years, as long as he could return, everything was no longer important.
"You beast, you actually dare to come back?" The moment he entered the ward, what greeted him was not his father's kind greeting, but an ice-cold cup of water.
"Bang!" The cup of water hit Meng Fan's forehead, causing blood to flow out.
The warm water in the cup of water flowed down his face and dripped onto his clothes.
"Old man, what are you doing?" she asked.
"Xiao Fan is back.
It's been nine years.
Don't tell me you want to kick him out?" Seeing this, Zheng Ya was furious.
She couldn't help but look at the wound on Meng Fan's head.
"Dad!

I was wrong.
A few years ago, I was young and ignorant.
I caused trouble.
I made you and mother suffer all these years..." Meng Fan ignored the wound on his head and went straight down on his knees.
In the face of his father, Meng Fan knew that everything was his fault.
If he hadn't caused trouble nine years ago and offended the local gangsters, he wouldn't have left his hometown for nine years.
But he didn't regret all this.
He just felt sorry for his parents.
Zheng Ya wanted to help Meng Fan up, but Meng Fan's body seemed to be stuck to the ground.
She could only look at Meng Fan's father, Meng Jin, who was lying on the hospital bed.
"All right, we haven't seen each other for so long.
We're arguing as soon as we meet!" "Scumbag!
Get the hell out of here!
If I see you, I'll get mad!
Do you want to kill me?" After all, they hadn't seen each other for so many years.
Meng Jin couldn't bear to see his son, so he went down on his knees and cursed.
There was nothing else that could explain the kinship between the father and son.
Meng Fan understood his father very well, and when he saw that his father was willing to let him go, he was happy.
However, he didn't dare to delay any further.
With the assistance of his mother, Zheng Ya, he left the ward.
"Aunty!
Grandpa's gone!" he said.
As soon as he stepped out of the ward, he saw a little girl standing in front of his door, weeping.
She looked at Meng Fan and Zheng Ya, choking with sobs.
When Zheng Ya heard this, she hugged the little girl and whispered something to comfort her.
It was only now that Meng Fan understood what was going on.
It turned out that the root of all this was because of the demolition of the old city.
The developers were famous big enterprises, but the compensation fee for demolition was not satisfactory, so so so many things happened.
Meng Fan didn't have much of an impression of the dead old man, but from the look of his mother and the little girl, he couldn't help but feel a bit irritated.
He had just returned, and yet, he had encountered so many things.
Not to mention the death of the old man, his father had been hospitalized, and he had been taken to the police station.
All of this was because of that ill-disposed developer.
"Mom!
Don't tell dad about this in advance.
I'm going out to do something and I'll come back soon!" After knowing the whole thing, Meng Fan said and stepped out of the ward regardless of his mother's obstruction.
He didn't even have time to deal with the blood on his head.
"Xiao Fan!
Don't cause any trouble!" Zheng Ya knew her son very well.
She knew that Meng Fan was definitely looking for a developer.
Seeing that there was no way to stop him, she could only choose to believe in Meng Fan.
As time went by, Meng Fan was no longer the silly boy who would fight with others on impulse nine years ago.
Although he had nine years' experience, his temper did not change much.
He believed in strength to be respected, just a little more wisdom and calmness.
Faced with all of this, how could Meng Fan possibly not seek justice for his loved ones!?