The two reorganized their spirits and Luo Yan went to the main house.

He was worried that Luo's father would care about last night's incident, so he found him to explain the situation last night.

Lin Miao helped the three little ones change into new clothes.

After breakfast, Lin Miao and Zhang's mother went to the kitchen to help.

Wait until noon, Wei Ning came back.

Seeing a few people sitting in the hall talking lively, they wanted to turn back to the room.

When Luo Yan saw him, he strode over.

"I turned over from the alley next door. I checked it and rented it out from which courtyard we are facing."

"But the one who rented it left no message."

Luo Yan's face was slightly dark.

Wei Ning was no longer there.

It is their responsibility to speak of this.

He only cared about the courtyard, but ignored the surrounding area, but was taken advantage of by someone.

"I've asked someone to check it out, and there will be results later."

"It's useless," Luo Yan said indifferently: "Let me find someone familiar to draw the person's appearance."

"The finer the better."

"It's already drawn," Wei Ning took out a piece of paper from her pocket.

There are extremely realistic portraits on it.

"Drawn by a child who lives in his front room."

"The kid taught himself some sketches."

Luo Yan's brows moved slightly.

"Where is that kid now?"

"I've sent it to another place."

Luo Yan nodded slightly and turned to the door.

Wei Ning followed him out.

"You stay."

Luo Yandao.

Wei Ning paused.

"The elderly and children are there at home. Only if you stay here can I feel at ease."

Luo Yan said so.

Wei Ning didn't expect him to say this, and guilt and self-repentance suddenly gushed out.

"Don't worry, as long as I'm here, I will never let them break the oily skin."

Luo Yan turned his head slightly, said nothing, just walked out.
Chapter completed!