After I left my job, I became pregnant with my ex-boss’s child.

Although Wei Yan returned home, she was still uneasy.

Almost all the phone calls that could be made were made, and Wei Yan also mobilized all the resources at his disposal to find Ji Liang.

However, there were various messages on the phone, but no one sent any information about Ji Liang's whereabouts.

Wei Yan was irritated when there was a sudden knock on the door of her home.

She quickly stood up, and after seeing clearly that it was Leng Yeting, she opened the door: "Is there any news about Ji Liang?!"

Leng Yeting couldn't bear to see Wei Yan's anxious look, and couldn't speak for a while.

Wei Yan couldn't help but frown: "Is...is there any bad news?"

Leng Yeting nodded, "A friend of mine said that the police department just found a female body in the river. It was initially suspected to be a suicide. Because it had been soaked in the water for a long time, the facial features were a little difficult to identify. But the clothes and the Ji Liang looks very similar, and we are doing DNA comparison now, so let's go to the funeral home to identify him."

"No... no..." Wei Yan shook her head with difficulty. Just as she started to speak, she felt her head become dizzy, her legs weakened, and she slid to the ground.

Leng Yeting hurriedly reached out and hugged Wei Yan, causing her to kneel on the ground.

Wei Yan and Leng Yeting arrived at the entrance of the funeral home.

Even though Leng Yeting continued to help her with psychological construction, Wei Yan still felt weak.

When I got to the door, all the courage I had was gone, and my whole body felt weak.

As soon as their car parked, they saw Fu Mosheng sitting in the driver's seat in a car parked not far away.

However, just a few hours later, he looked like he was inexplicably crazy, his eyes were scarlet, and the cigarette in his fingertips was almost burning his fingers.

Hearing the sound, he turned his head and looked over, "You are here."

Wei Yan was trembling slightly: "Since you are here, have you been in?"

Fu Mo's face froze: "No."

Wei Yan frowned and looked at him: "You don't even have the courage to take a look?"

Fu Mosheng directly held the cigarette in his hand, and then threw it aside with a stern expression: "That's definitely not her! She can't commit suicide!"

As he spoke, the look on his face became more and more crazy.

The door of the funeral home was like a gaping maw of an abyss, as if it was about to swallow them all.

No matter how scary this giant mouth looks, someone has to go in and see what the truth is.

Seeing Fu Mo Sheng's painful look, Wei Yan only looked back at Leng Ye Ting: "Let's go in."

Wei Yan went in to complete the formalities, and then followed the staff to the morgue.

Following the recorded number, the staff opened the cabinet of the newly delivered female body from the police station...

Wei Yan was trembling all over, and she firmly held Leng Yeting's hand before she dared to look.

It's just... just one glance, and the trembling all over her body stopped.

Wei Yan took a long... long breath of relief.

She raised her head and looked at the staff: "Not my friend."

Although the face was a little difficult to distinguish, Wei Yan recognized it at a glance. It was not Ji Liang.

She is so proud, she will definitely not give in easily and commit suicide.

She said and turned to leave. When she turned back, she saw Fu Mosheng standing at the door of the morgue. They had obviously seen the female body just now.

Fu Mosheng's eyes seemed to be holding back tears, which made them redder and redder.

In the end, he couldn't help but come in and see with his own eyes that it wasn't her.

Leng Yeting held his shoulder and patted him as if to comfort him.