Yan Feifan and Lu Yao were subjected to round after round of questioning and verification at the Capital Airport Police Station.
After an ordeal that lasted over an hour, it wasn't until nearly eleven in the morning that they were finally picked up by Yu Youhai, who had rushed over himself.
Once their driver had left the airport and the car was moving smoothly, Yu Youhai finally spoke, his tone apologetic. "Mr. Yan, I'm truly sorry. You must have been terribly frightened."
Yan Feifan replied politely, "Mr. Yu, it wasn't your fault. Besides, it was a close call, but I'm unharmed."
Yu Youhai's tone turned serious. "No, this is our fault."
"The esteemed Yu Family has so many doctors, including several psychologists. We should have realized that a woman willing to get plastic surgery just for Zhixin must have some kind of pathological obsession."
"We should have provided counseling and taken preventative measures much earlier."
"But in the end, we did nothing at all."
