After picking up his sister, Brother Jin gave her his life

Chapter 292 Because of His Identity

Several people stared at Ming Nanjin, watching him completely ignore the hot porridge and gulp it down into his mouth with his head raised, just like drinking water.

He looked so anxious, as if this was not food but a task that had to be completed.

Jiang Shiyu was stunned, staring at Ming Nanjin blankly. When Ming Nanjin was about to finish the porridge, he suddenly realized that there were still buns that he had not given to Ming Nanjin.

Jiang Shiyu quickly handed the bun in his hand to Ming Nanjin and said anxiously, "Jin, eat it with the bun."

Ming Nanjin originally wanted to refuse, but Jiang Shiwen knew Ming Nanjin too well.

"We'll tell you after you eat it."

Jiang Shiwen's tone was filled with a hint of helplessness and persistence. Ming Nanjin did not speak, his expression remained as cold as ice, without the slightest change.

He silently took the buns from Jiang Shiyu's hand, stuffed them all into his mouth, and then swallowed the buns with the white porridge with difficulty.

When several people looked at Ming Nanjin's appearance, an inexplicable sadness welled up in their hearts.

I always feel that Ming Nanjin is not eating a meal, but eating just to survive.

They looked at the bowl of porridge with white steam in front of Ming Nanjin. She finished it all in less than twenty seconds, and also had a few buns.

Several people looked at Ming Nanjin in disbelief, as if the person in front of them was not the Ming Nanjin they were familiar with. Ming Nanjin put the empty bowl on the table and looked at them quietly, with no warmth in his eyes, as if they were ice that had not melted for a thousand years.

"Go ahead."

His voice was cold and brief. Jiang Shiwen sighed, secretly sighing that Ming Nanjin was sometimes really stubborn.

"We sealed off the entire factory after you left, but we didn't find Ming Yechen."

When Jiang Shiwen said this, his expression became very serious.

This was indeed something they had not expected. They thought they could capture Ming Yechen in one fell swoop, but they did not expect him to escape.

"Where is that person?"

Ming Nanjin said coldly, and that tone seemed to freeze the air.

Jiang Shiwen shook his head: "He refused to speak. He insisted that he didn't know Ming Yechen and that Cheng Cheng was just a child he brought back home."

Jiang Shiwen stared at Ming Nanjin, his eyes full of worry and helplessness.

He didn't know how to say the next words, for fear of angering Ming Nanjin again.

"Take me to him."

Ming Nanjin's voice was as cold as ice, and his eyes revealed a determination.

He wanted to see how many people could last more than five minutes under his hands.

The anger in his heart was like a volcano about to erupt, and he urgently needed an outlet to vent.

Yan Zekai hurriedly grabbed Ming Nanjin.

"Jin, calm down. You can't touch him, including us."

Yan Zekai's face was full of worry. He was well aware of Ming Nanjin's anger at the moment, but they could not violate the law and principles.

Ming Nanjin frowned and looked at Yan Zekai, not knowing what Yan Zekai meant.

"He wants a minor, fifteen years old."

Jiang Shiwen's words caused several people to fall into silence.

According to regulations, children under the age of sixteen who commit crimes can only be educated and cannot be sent to jail.

There was a hint of coldness at the corner of Ming Nanjin's mouth, it was a sneer that suppressed anger.

"Zekai, you go back first. I know how to handle the rest."

Ming Nanjin looked at Yan Zekai deeply, and her eyes seemed to contain many complex emotions.

Yan Zekai frowned slightly, he knew what Ming Nanjin meant.

"Okay, call me if you need anything."

Yan Zekai nodded to Jiang Shiyu and Jiang Shiwen, then turned and left the ward.

His steps were a little heavy and his heart was filled with worry.

Jiang Shiwen and Jiang Shiyu looked at each other, not quite understanding why Ming Nanjin let Yan Zekai go.

Their eyes were full of confusion and puzzlement.

Yan Zeyu walked in with the medical examination report, looked at the two people standing there, and then looked back into the room and found that Yan Zekai was no longer there. He roughly understood what it meant.

"Yan Zekai is gone? Where is that person?"

Yan Zeyu put the physical examination report on Xiao Chengcheng's bedside. His complexion became much better and he was still in the mood to take care of other things. It seemed that there was nothing wrong with Xiao Chengcheng's condition.

"How's Orange?"

Ming Nanjin looked at Yan Zeyu and asked, his voice full of concern and nervousness.

"It's not a big problem. Looking at the situation behind, there's nothing wrong with his brain. It's just that his body is a little weak. There's nothing wrong."

Yan Zeyu's expression was indeed a lot more relaxed.

Ming Nanjin also breathed a sigh of relief, and the tense heartstrings finally felt a little relieved.

"Why do you want to let Yan Zekai go?"

Jiang Shiyu still didn't understand why Yan Zekai was allowed to leave, and it seemed that Yan Zeyu also knew the reason why Yan Zekai left.

Yan Zeyu looked at Xiao Chengcheng's potion and answered Jiang Shiyu as he looked at it: "Because of his identity."