It was said there that the community had not contacted Zheng Shuyi yet, but an "old best friend" who was close to her took the initiative to call the community to report that she was safe.

Lin Shuang breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, I'm worried that Aunt Zheng has any thoughts of committing suicide again. As long as she is safe now, we will continue to guide her and try to persuade her to accept our crisis intervention. I will also take the old man's son as soon as possible

Go back to the island."

"Well, please rest assured first." Xiao Jiang reassured her, "We will continue to do the old lady's ideological work."

"What's wrong with Zheng Shuyi?"

The echoes in the empty corridor were earth-shattering.

Lin Shuang turned around suddenly.

Under the bright corridor light, Chen Yuqiao was holding a cup of milk tea that he planned to share with her. His expression was extremely complicated, ranging from one part puzzled to three parts surprised and six parts doubtful.

"What does it mean to have thoughts of committing suicide again? Suicide? Suicide?"

Lin Shuang opened his mouth, his mind racing rapidly, thinking about how to reply to him.

Seeing that she still didn't answer, Chen Yuqiao became anxious and put a hand on her shoulder: "Speak, aren't you a social worker who helps people? What kind of difficulty has Zheng Shuyi encountered?!"

The moment his hand came up, Lin Shuang felt that all the information he had collected since taking on the case was falling and exploding in his mind.

——Unfilial son, unreliable, and not doing his job properly.

——How could such a good person like A Qiao make mistakes?

——That gangster with a bad reputation.

——You have to protect yourself.

She almost subconsciously grabbed the back of his hand, and with a "bang", she pulled the young man who had once again crossed her psychologically safe distance, twisted his arms and pushed him down against the wall.

The milk tea in Chen Yuqiao's hand fell to the ground with a clatter, and the cup kept rolling in the splashing liquid.

The sudden, unbelievable reverse "wall-dong" made his pupils tremble, and he stared at the person in front of him with lowered eyes in astonishment.

The young girl's curly hair hanging from her ears was half-dried, and her sweet and charming face was gently outlined. She looked like an exquisite ceramic doll. However, the right wrist of the beautiful doll pressed against the wall beside his shoulder was strong and strong, with a vein on it.

One by one it bulges out.
Chapter completed!