In the observation room.
Pan Wenhai shot up and rushed for the door.
Huang Delin instinctively grabbed him. "Old Pan, calm down," he said automatically.
Pan Wenhai yanked his arm free and burst out of the room.
Calm down?
He couldn't calm down in the slightest.
In 2003, he had started keeping an eye on the boy.
At first, it was out of guilt. His old squad leader had died saving his life.
He couldn't bring himself to look into the eyes that asked why his father had to die, so he just quietly watched over Fan Liping from a distance, making sure he was okay.
In 2005, the boy's grandmother passed away, and he became an orphan.
His aunt gave him nothing but scorn. Unable to bear it, the boy had come to him with red-rimmed eyes and said, "Uncle, please take me with you."
Without a second thought, Pan Wenhai went to talk to the boy's biological uncle.
'I'll help you raise the boy,' he'd said. 'He'll still be part of your family.'
