However, as far as she could see, Yun Ya looked no different from usual, seemingly unaffected by the incident. "The people at the prosecutor’s office must be blind. The court has already reached a verdict, Bai Xiangxiang’s evidence of murder is conclusive, and now they’re actually pinning it on you; it’s outrageous. My uncle works in the judicial system, I’ll talk to him to get you some justice," Fan Ying said indignantly. "Thank you, Sister Fan Ying, for trusting me unconditionally, but you all are really overthinking it. The prosecutor just asked me a few questions, that’s all." "All right then, but if the prosecutor’s office ever gives you a hard time again, you must tell me." "Mm, thank you, Sister Fan, for your concern." Fan Ying stayed for a while before leaving. Before she left, she made plans with Yun Ya to go out for fun when they were both free. Watching Fan Ying depart, Yun Ya sat alone for a while before standing up and going upstairs. Yun Miao was cooped up in his room playing with a jigsaw puzzle, completely ignoring the outside world. Yun Ya played with him for a while, but then left after receiving a call from Pei Qinghan. At the Pei Residence, Ah Ling warmly welcomed Yun Ya’s arrival. "The master is waiting for you in the study." Yun Ya pushed the door open and entered. Pei Qinghan was sitting behind his desk, reading a book. Upon seeing Yun Ya come in, he put down the book, raising his eyes to look at her. "You’re here," he said, with the natural tone of an old friend. The two hadn’t seen each other in a while. He looked thinner than the last time they met, a day’s worth of stubble on his chin adding a touch of masculinity. His gaze was as gentle as always, but when he looked at Yun Ya, the complex emotions in his eyes were concealed layer by layer. By the time Yun Ya looked closely again, there was nothing left but a faint bluish shadow, like ripples spread by the wind across the surface of a lake, unwrinkling a pool of spring water. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ ⓝovelFire.net "Are your eyes getting better?" Yun Ya stopped two steps in front of him. Pei Qinghan curled his lips slightly, "Much better." "Be patient a little longer. It won’t be long before a suitable cornea donor is found." The international donation regulations are becoming increasingly strict, it’s a bit of a hassle to secure a suitable corneal donation. "Actually, I’ve gotten used to it. It’s not so bad," Pei Qinghan said with self-deprecating laughter. Yun Ya pursed her lips, turning her head to look out the window, "Did you call me here today because there’s news?" Pei Qinghan handed her a kraft paper file, "All the information you want is inside." The Corner Coffee Shop. "Dingling," the bell above the door tinkled crisply as customers walked in, the sound especially pleasant in the afternoon sunlight. Jian Junjie spotted Ning Zijin sitting in the corner right away. The smile that was about to spread across his face froze when he saw the man sitting beside her. A glint of light flashed through his eyes, quickly rearranging his smile as he walked over. "Mr. Ye, I’ve heard so much about you," Jian Junjie greeted him with a gentlemanly extended hand. Ye Feng stood up and shook his hand lightly. In the split second of their exchange, their eyes locked in a silent battle. "I’ve heard Zijin mention you more than once. Seeing you today, you really live up to your reputation," Ye Feng said, smiling flawlessly. "Enough with the pleasantries, Jian Junjie. I called you here today because I have something to discuss with you," Ning Zijin said, in her usual blunt manner, not fond of the courtesy between the two men, getting straight to the point. Jian Junjie laughed and sat down, "What would you like to discuss with me, Zijin?" "Jinjin, Mr. Jian has come a long way. You should let him have something to eat first," Ye Feng said, then beckoned to a waiter who automatically came over. "A cappuccino, thank you." Once the waiter had left, Ye Feng turned to Ning Zijin, "What is it that you wanted to discuss with me?" Ning Zijin hesitated before saying, "It’s about Bai Xiangxiang’s case again. I heard, you suspect Miss Yun Family?" Jian Junjie laughed, "It seems that the word gets around quickly." "Forget what I said before, just give Bai Xiangxiang whatever sentence she deserves and stop hounding a decent girl. I don’t know what Bai Ran is up to, flip-flopping between saving Bai Xiangxiang and not. If it weren’t for my uncle’s sake, I wouldn’t bother with such trouble, owing Jian Junjie favors again and again." Jian Junjie raised an eyebrow, "The law is not a child’s play. It speaks with facts, not letting any criminal off the hook, nor wronging any innocent. Whether Bai Xiangxiang is truly guilty or falsely accused, the evidence will tell."