The time passed slowly. Li Sicheng turned around and looked outside.

A few clear laughs came from the garden downstairs.

Open the windows, he felt his vision became much wider. There laughs followed the wind and fell into his ears.

A little boy hugged the ball and giggled. A young man was chasing after him. It could be seen that the two of them were playing.

The little boy hid behind the tree and suddenly reached out to cover his mouth, his eyes gurgling as he looked around. "Dad, come and chase me, haha …"

The young father pretended not to be able to find it. When he walked past the tree, and still whispering, "Little baby, why are you hiding well?"

The smile in the little boy's eyes instantly filled his cheeks. He took away his small hand and before the laughter could be heard, the young father's footsteps suddenly changed. He reached out and lifted him up, in exchange for the child's clearer and happier laughter.

"Pa!"

The handle on the window was forcefully broken. Li Sicheng lowered his eyes and saw a bloodstain on his palm.

The dean quickly walked in panting and bowed down to pass the report to Li Sicheng. "Mr. Li, the appraisal results are out."

Inexplicably, the thin sheets of paper in front of him seemed to have a big mouth that could swallow him into the darkness at any moment.

Li Sicheng held his hand tightly behind his back, as if this would give him some strength. He looked at the principal firmly, "Tell me the result."

The deep voice carried an imperceptible sense of nervousness and timidity.

The dean's hands became even stiffer, and the corners of his mouth curled into an ugly smile that was even uglier than crying. "The result of comparing your DNA with Young Master Yangyang's is … a match. It's a direct bloodline. It should be father and son."

Hearing this, it was as if a storm had gathered around Li Sicheng. The temperature of the room dropped several degrees. He stared at the Dean sharply, "Are you not sure?"

Under his increasingly fierce gaze, the principal forcefully repeated, "Judging from the examination results, you are indeed the biological father of Young Master Yangyang."

After saying that, the director carefully placed the report on the table beside him, "Mr. Li …"

"Get out!" A cold voice interrupted him.

The dean suddenly looked up and saw that the man's eyes were covered in blood. His entire body was as if he had walked out of a cold storage. He was so frightened that he shivered, so he turned around and left the room.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The office was in a mess.

Li Sicheng stood in the middle of the room, his eyes bewildered like a child. Suddenly, he laughed loudly, "It's father and son, it's my child …"

A crisp laugh came from downstairs again, and a smiling face appeared in front of him.

Yang Yang seemed to be only two or three years old. When the little fellow saw him, he immediately threw down the ball in his hand and ran in front of him. He looked at him with a face full of admiration and shouted, "Dad …"

Li Sicheng looked at the child's small face with a look of hatred in his eyes. The child's existence reminded him that this bastard was born to Jiang Xingyue and other men.

He forced himself to ignore the cry, pushed the child away, and turned to leave.

Strangely, Yang Yang seemed to like him very much, and the next time he saw him, he would still happily call him "Dad".

Li Sicheng looked at his hands. Wisps of blood dripped onto the ground and gradually condensed into a child's smiling face.

However, it was like a vortex that sucked him in bit by bit and spat him out.

He raised his hand and pressed down on his eyes. The thick blood mixed with the moisture at the corner of his eyes thinned and slowly flowed down his cheeks.

No wonder that child likes him so much. No wonder no matter how much he doesn't like this child, he is always unwilling to hurt him in the slightest. Is this the nature of father and son?

Dong dong--

The assistant's anxious voice came from outside the door. "Mr. Li, the police are here. The results of the fire investigation are out."

The door opened and Li Sicheng stood at the door with a cold expression.

A man in uniform saluted Li Sicheng. He looked straight at him. "Mr. Li, We expanded the scope of our investigation and conducted a thorough investigation of the videos before and after the fire. There was an open window at the back of the cabin. It seemed that someone had entered and exited from there during the fire. As there were more footprints, the cut was more messy and less useful information was extracted. It is now certain that there were men and women entering and exiting from there, but no footprints of the child were found. In addition, the things burning inside should have been prepared in advance. "

Windows, footprints, prepared in advance …

All the information rushed into his mind. He stared fixedly at the policeman's eyes and asked, "Prepared it beforehand..."

"Yes, Mr. Li. According to the autopsy report, the deceased did not have any foreign body in their nose or mouth. They should have died before the fire broke out. In other words, The fire was planned."

However, he had seen the video with his own eyes. Jiang Xingyue walked into the cabin with Wandou in her arms. It couldn't be her!

Where did she go? Where did the Wandou go?

Li Sicheng's eyes became deep then he turned to his assistant and instructed, "Go investigate. Check all the surveillance cameras within a few kilometers to find them!"