Rich Daddy, Don't Be Arrogant

0Xiang Yu brought two men into the water to search. His other men continued to search the scene, but they found nothing.     2

    

One. One of the police officers compared the shoe prints of the people on the scene. It clearly did not match. Moreover, that footprint wasn't Gao Weitine's. He was only wearing a shoe of forty-three yards.    

    

The police officer was young and skinny. He had a pair of bright big eyes and a baby face. He looked like a big boy without any stunning features, but his eyes were filled with wisdom and shrewdness.    

    

Jiang Xiaolang raised his small face and asked the big boy. His tone was very serious. "Can you tell anything from this shoe print?"    

    

The big boy looked at Jiang Xiaolang and smiled. "Oh, you are so beautiful. Are you Director Yeh's son?"    

    

Jiang Xiaolang nodded and continued to ask, "Tell me, what can you tell?"    

    

His serious look made the policemen beside him laugh. "Oh, is Mr. Ye interested in solving the case?"    

    

They called him Young Master Ye, which gave enough respect to the competition. After all, he was Yeh Beixiao's son. They could not simply treat him as a little kid.    

    

Jiang Xiaolang was a little impatient. He frowned and said, "Can't you guys tell anything?"    

    

The few policemen were stunned. They stopped smiling and looked at Jiang Xiaolang in a daze.    

    

Yeh Beixiao picked Jiang Xiaolang up and asked gently, "Xiaolang, what do you want to know?"    

    

Jiang Xiaolang said seriously, "I want to know their judgment about the owner of the shoe print, and then find this person. That woman can't slander her mother!"    

    

The woman he was talking about was obviously Yeh Lanshu.    

    

Yeh Beixiao frowned. He felt a little powerless, but he did not say anything about Jiang Xiaolang.    

    

He patted his head to show that he understood his feelings. He said to the big boy, "You should be able to roughly judge the height and weight of the owner from the shoe print. The physical characteristics, right? Tell my son what you think"    

    

The policemen were stunned again. They did not expect the famous God Yeh to indulge a few years old child like this.    

    

He was so young, what could he understand?    

    

One! A police officer nudged the big boy police officer with his elbow and said, "Ding Cong, tell Young Master Ye about it!"    

    

Ding Cong was a top student in criminal psychology. He could draw out some of the characteristics of the suspect from the minute traces left on the scene, and thus provide clues and evidence for solving the case.    

    

Half of this situation was reported to the leader at the case analysis meeting. Now, he had to tell a little kid that, firstly, it was not in accordance with the procedure of the case, and secondly, it was also child's play, right?    

    

No matter how much Yeh Beixiao doted on his son, he could not be like this!    

    

Ding Cong was in a somewhat difficult position. "Director Yeh..."    

    

Yeh Beixiao gave him a cold glance. "Just tell him that Xiang Yu is back. I will tell him what responsibility he has, and I will bear it for you."    

    

Ding Cong hesitated for a moment and said, "Alright, I will explain it briefly. From this shoe print, I can tell..."    

    

Jiang Xiaolang interrupted him, "Wait a moment! Dad, put me down first... "    

    

Wouldn't it be embarrassing to be held in his arms?    

    

Yeh Beixiao laughed softly and bent down to put him on the ground.    

    

Jiang Xiaolang found a flat piece of rock and sat on it with his legs crossed.    

    

Yeh Beixiao was afraid that his butt would be cold, so he quickly took off his suit and let him sit on his butt.    

    

Jiang Xiaolang smiled at him. Under the sunlight, his smile blossomed with a brilliant light.    

    

Jiang Nanxi looked at this scene, and her heart was as soft as a tidal wave.    

    

Jiang Xiaolang took out his phone and pressed a few buttons. With a few crisp sounds, the phone actually popped up four times.    

    

Jiang Xiaolang fiddled with it a few times and a small phone turned into a ten-inch tablet.    

    

The computer turned on.    

    

Jiang Xiaolang rolled his eyes and said to Ding Cong, "You can start now!"