C13 Come Home with Me

"Why can't Yu be my son? In your current situation, you don't care about how you are going to clear your name and get out of here. Why are you worrying about this?" The smile on Qin Lang's face became even wider. "Why do I smell sour in your shock?"

Qiao Lin could not help but clench his fists. What kind of sour taste was that? He was just surprised. Yu looked to be around five years old, while Qin Lang was twenty-three years old this year. In other words, he had Yu when he first entered the film academy.

How was this possible?

"What crime do you want me to clear?" Qiao Lin quickly got back to the main topic. Qin Lang, Qin Lang's son, had nothing to do with him at all, so why should he worry about him? "I've already recorded a confession and told you the truth. Since you guys were able to post the surveillance video online, that surveillance video is actually the best evidence. Whether Yu was kidnapped by me or followed me here, we'll find out after investigating."

Qin Lang realized that Qiao Lin had learned a lot in the past few years. No wonder he could sit here so peacefully.

He walked up to Qiao Lin step by step and looked down at the person sitting on the chair.

"But the surveillance footage is incomplete. I'm afraid it can't be used as evidence. Yu is my darling. Anyone who has any ideas about him will be making things difficult for me. Do you think I will let you go?"

Qin Lang pinched Qiao Lin's chin with one hand. Today was the second time he had touched Qiao Lin's chin. Even though he was an actor who had been exposed to the wind and sun all day, the feel of his skin was not bad at all - it was smooth and delicate.

The person on the chair slapped his hand away, "So, you're doing this on purpose? That's great, kid. You posted those things on Weibo on purpose, didn't you? Look at how badly I've been beaten up. Hiss ~"

Qiao Lin pointed at his face that was full of injuries. Due to his anger, the wound on the corner of his mouth was pulled when he spoke, causing his entire face to twist in pain.

As soon as he mentioned that Weibo post, Qin Lang fumed with anger. However, he could not tell the truth now, or else Qiao Lin would immediately swagger away from him.

It would be difficult for him to catch this person again.

Qin Lang's hand ignored Qiao Lin's resistance and touched his face. The tip of his thumb gently swept across the wound on the corner of Qiao Lin's mouth, as if it was helping him to ease the pain. It tickled his heart and ignited the anger in Qiao Lin's heart once again.

"Tell me, what the hell do you want? You know very well whether I kidnapped Yu or not. Yu is fine now, so why won't you let me go?" Qiao Lin slapped his hand down once again. Today, he had only asked this brat for some advice on the path of becoming famous before negotiating with him. It was hard to say if Qin Lang had other intentions for tonight's matter.

Five years ago, what kind of evil possessed him to take in such a person? Although he did not ask for anything in return, he did not want to give him retribution.

Qin Lang smiled and scratched his hair that was still covered in dust. "Isn't it easy to let you go? I'll just go and clarify, but I'll be at a disadvantage if I do that. Yu's disappearance has given me quite a fright."

"Do I have to boil another bowl of Wind Shock Powder for you? You were scared, and I was beaten up. Do you have to compensate me for my medical expenses?" Qiao Lin shouted in annoyance. Qin Lang's hand seemed to be attached to his head like a magnet. No matter how hard he tried to shake it off, he could not get it off his head. He could only touch his face or his hair, which made his heart creep.

"But now, the one who is said to be a human trafficker is you, not me."

"You..." Qiao Lin was at a loss for words after hearing Qin Lang's words.

After a long while, he asked again, "What exactly do you want?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Lang grabbed his collar and leaned down to look at him. The two of them were so close that their noses touched. They could even feel each other's warm breath.

His cold eyes met hers, and his voice was suddenly deep and cold with an irresistible tenderness. "Come home with me."