Lin Zefeng's frown deepened, and he felt a bad premonition that he had done something wrong just now.

"Mom, I remember when I was young, you took me to attend that woman's wedding. That woman's husband seemed to be from a wealthy family. Do you remember his name?"

"Hmm... It seems that the surname is Yang, Hao, or Xu? I forgot.

At that time, your aunt married into a wealthy family and was so high-spirited that she didn't even call you grandpa because she was embarrassed. Your father only helped her drive the car. Because I didn't speak Chinese very well at the time, your aunt let me drive the car.

You went to the wedding.

We haven’t contacted each other for a long time. Your aunt called a few days ago and didn’t even mention it. I don’t remember it for a long time.”

Mother Lin thought about it for a long time but couldn't remember.

It must have been 15 years since his aunt's wedding, and she didn't usually contact her. It was only when Lin Zefeng became popular that she made two phone calls to ask. She was a very snobbish woman.

"Your name is Yang Xuhao?"

Lin Zefeng asked quickly.

"Maybe, I really don't remember. Why are you asking this? Have you met your uncle?"

"Oh, I just accepted an advertising endorsement. It seems that the chairman of the group is named Yang Xuhao. I just want to ask, by the way, Mom, did that woman leave her address when she called a few days ago?"

"Yes, just wait a moment and I'll look for you."

On the other side of the phone, there was the sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets, and it took a long time before there was an answer.

"Hey, son, I found it. It's at No. 3, West District, Dongjingwan. Your aunt said it's a mansion there and it's very famous in your area."

Lin Zefeng slapped his forehead. He really didn't know the whole family. If what Yang Ruoyan said was true, wasn't she his sister?

But if you think about it carefully, it's not right. Yang Ruoyan must be 20 anyway. His aunt seemed to have been married for only a dozen years. Six years ago, he saw that woman attending his father's funeral with a child in her hand. Obviously

It's a boy.

"Well, okay, I'll go visit her when I have time. That's it for now. Mom, I have something else to do, so I'll hang up first."

"Well, son, please pay attention to your health and don't be too tired."

"knew."

Lin Zefeng hung up the phone and hurriedly turned around and drove back to the place where he left Yang Ruoyan, but she was gone.

…

Yang Ruoyan returned to her house and took off the mask she bought on the street. Being kicked out of the car twice a day had already cast a shadow on her heart. She could only arm herself to avoid being recognized.

She lingered at the gate for a while, took two deep breaths, and then got ready to go in. God knew how much she didn't want to return to this home. In other words, this was no longer her home, and the people living there didn't look like her anymore.

's family.

I plucked up the courage and rang the doorbell. The door was automatic and could be opened by pressing the button inside.

The sad thing is that she still has to wait for someone inside to press the button to open the door for her, but she doesn't have a key to her home. I'm afraid she is the only one in the world who has never seen what a key to her home looks like, right?

"Click"

As the door was opened, she was finally able to go in.

She walked around the home's large garden, which was as big as a park, and walked into the living room of the main house, changing into the slippers sent by the servant.

"Dad, I'm coming."

Yang Ruoyan saw his father sitting on the sofa in the living room with a woman who was not his mother.
Chapter completed!