The next time I saw Jiang Zifeng was at the registration desk at the entrance of the police station.

Yan Qingluo recognized him from a distance. After all, the twelve years they spent together day and night were not just something they said casually, but something they actually spent every minute and every second together.

Jiang Zifeng was dressed casually, standing leisurely at the door of the police station, with no trace of having been in there before on his face.

Mr. Yan used his connections to get Jiang Zifeng out on bail.

Yan Qingluo stood aside, guarding against Jiang Zifeng. She was still a little afraid of him in her heart. After all, this was a man whom she could not see through at all. No matter whether he was the Qin Feng of the past or the Jiang Zifeng of the present, she could not see through him.

When Mr. Yan and Uncle Jiang saw Jiang Zifeng, they were both indescribably excited.

When Grandpa Yan and Uncle Jiang were handling the formalities, Jiang Zifeng and Yan Qingluo were alone. Yan Qingluo did not intend to speak first. She instinctively turned on every radar in her body to guard against Jiang Zifeng.

Jiang Zifeng looked at Yan Qingluo with a smirk on his face, and after a while he slowly said, "You look nervous?"

Yan Qingluo turned his head and looked at Jiang Zifeng, suppressing his inner tension and speaking slowly, "No! I heard from grandpa what happened that day. The Yan family did not abandon you, you know."

Jiang Zifeng smiled contemptuously, "So?"

Yan Qingluo gritted his teeth and cursed in his heart, "This scoundrel."

She quickly sorted out her expression, raised her head and said, "So you have no reason to blame the Yan family."

Jiang Zifeng paused, then smiled again, in a nasty way, "I have a question, who are you?"

Yan Qingluo looked at him steadily and said word by word, "As you can see."

"Yan Qingluo!" Jiang Zifeng said, a look of disappointment flashing across his face, "You look a lot like someone I know."

Yan Qingluo knew he was talking about Qingluo.

Yes, more than just alike, they are clearly the same person.

Jiang Zifeng's senses were very sharp and accurate. Although her current appearance was somewhat different from Qing Luo's before, Jiang Zifeng could still sense that they both had the same temperament.

However, she would never admit now that she was Qing Luo.

Yan Qingluo laughed softly, "Isn't your way of chatting up someone too old-fashioned?"

Jiang Zifeng looked at Yan Qingluo steadily, then turned his head to look at the sky. After a while, he slowly uttered a few words, "Is there any smoke?"

Yan Qingluo answered simply and decisively, "No."

Jiang Zifeng chuckled, "You are not like her at all in this respect. She ... even if she doesn't smoke, she will carry a pack with her because I like it."

Yan Qingluo was shocked that he knew everything.

In the past, she never smoked or drank alcohol, except when required for missions, but she always made sure she had cigarettes with her because Qin Feng always forgot to bring them and would ask her for them at any time.

In the past, she always thought that the feeling she had for Qin Feng was love, until she met Mu Ye, she realized that her feelings for Qin Feng were not love, but respect and awe, with a clear sense of boundaries that a subordinate has for his superior.

When you really like someone, you will feel soft and tingling, your heart will be beating fast, you will want to be with him all the time, and even his scent will feel sweet to you.

"Then your friend is really thoughtful." Yan Qingluo said indifferently.

Jiang Zifeng tilted his head to look at her and smiled, "It's a pity that she died."

Yan Qingluo turned her head away. She didn't like seeing Jiang Zifeng's smile. She found it irritating.

Jiang Zifeng always smiles no matter what he says.

Jiang Zifeng paused for a moment and continued, "But when I see you, I think of her, Yan Qingluo, do you think I can get her back?"

Yan Qingluo shook his head, "The dead cannot be resurrected."

At this time, Mr. Yan and Uncle Jiang came out.

Old Master Yan pulled Jiang Zifeng over. Yan Qingluo was watching from the side, terrified. She was really afraid that Jiang Zifeng would not be able to hold back and take action.

He usually hates being touched by others, especially by people he is not very familiar with. He can't stand being touched at all.

“Zifeng, let grandpa see you. You’ve grown up now and look exactly like Ziyu.” Grandpa Yan said excitedly with tears in his eyes.

Uncle Jiang stood silently by, secretly looking at his eldest son, tears welling up in his eyes.

Yan Qingluo looked at the scene in front of her, and she suddenly felt a little scared. She didn't know if the decision she had made was right. It might not be a wise decision to rescue Jiang Zifeng from the police station and let him come into contact with the Yan family.

But she had no choice.

Even if they don't take the initiative to pick Jiang Zifeng up, with his abilities and means, he will come out sooner or later.

Even if she didn't let him contact the Yan family, he would still come to their door and even kill their entire family without anyone knowing, leaving no one alive.

She was afraid of him, afraid of him to the core.

Because she knew him too well: he was ruthless, cold-blooded, cruel, and insidious.

In the past, she could be free of worries and the worst that could happen was that she would die with him. But now it is different. She has a family, people she cares about, and soft spots, so she has to bow her head.

Jiang Zifeng showed a rare gentle expression on his face, "Grandpa Yan ... Dad."

Uncle Jiang was obviously very excited when he heard the word "Dad", but he was too embarrassed to show it because his master was there.

"Why didn't you come back after all these years?" asked Mr. Yan.

"I'm afraid I'll cause trouble for Grandpa Yan when I come back." Jiang Zifeng lowered his head and said in a low voice, as if it were true.

Yan Qingluo was speechless in his heart. This man was the most untrustworthy person in the world.

"Silly child, why are you afraid of trouble? Let's talk while walking." Old Master Yan pulled Jiang Zifeng.

Yan Qingluo followed the three people silently, thinking in his heart how to make Jiang Zifeng completely give up revenge.