Yan Feifan had dinner at his home in Zuimo Court today, and it was a rather lively meal.
Joining him for dinner were his sister and Yu Suye, as well as Director Wang Chuan, Tian Yu—who had just finished their first day of hospital orientation—and his uncle Shu Lei and Mrs. Xia.
After finally getting through dinner amidst a barrage of concern and lectures from everyone, Yan Feifan escaped to his bedroom.
He casually picked up a recently received medical journal and was flipping through it when Wang Chuan followed him in.
"Feifan, don't think I'm nagging, but fabricating a crime scene is a very serious offense."
Wang Chuan pointed out with a grave expression, "Today, you're useful to them, so they can turn a blind eye."
"But who's to say that one day, this won't become a powerful tool they use to suppress you?"
Yan Feifan, feeling guilty but acting stubborn, retorted, "Why are all of you so convinced I faked the fight scene?"
"Have I ever admitted to it?"
