"I was just asking for an honest answer."
Li Tianming sighed and asked, "Did Old Zhang and the others put you up to this?"
"Calling you is my own business. Do I need to report it to Director Zhang and the others?"
"Forget it. It's nothing important anyway. I told Xiaofei his parents were away on business and that he should listen to me."
"And he believed you?"
"He did. I picked him up from the Police Bureau. He believes police officers wouldn't hurt him, so I must be a good person."
Qin Siyang murmured an acknowledgment.
Perhaps the Police Bureau before the Apocalypse really had been worthy of trust.
Now, that was harder to say.
But in the eyes of a six- or seven-year-old, the world was simply divided into good and bad.
You couldn't expect him to start learning about the complexities of human nature at his age.
Police officers were good and thieves were bad. Those were concepts a child could accept.
"Old Li, are you planning to stay his Uncle Li forever?"
"I'll take it one step at a time. Maybe someday we'll find a way to restore his memories. I've been contacting old friends, and I've asked Principal Zhao to help too. Anyway, I probably won't be going back to the Laboratory anytime soon."
"I owe Xiaofei far too much. I hope I can spend more time with him and make up for my past mistakes."
Qin Siyang's words cut like a sword. "With your current strength, can you protect him until he's grown?"
"What do you mean?"
"If you give up research and stop improving, what will you do if Guo Jiuxiao comes after you again? Die with your son?"
"Have you already forgotten what happened at Starfield Ranch? Wasn't once enough to teach