Lin Zefeng's frowning became deeper and deeper, and he felt a bad premonition, and he always felt that he had done something wrong just now.

"Mom, I remember when I was young, you took me to the woman's wedding. The woman's husband seemed to be a wealthy family. Do you remember what his name was?"

"Well... it seems that his surname is Yang, his name is Hao, or his surname is Xu? I forgot.

At that time, your aunt married into a wealthy family and was extremely arrogant. She didn't even call her grandfather, and she felt embarrassed. Your father just helped her drive because I didn't speak Chinese at that time, so your aunt asked me to take you to the wedding.

I haven't contacted you for a long time. Your aunt didn't even mention it when she called you a few days ago. I haven't remembered it any longer."

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

It has been 15 years since his aunt got married, and she doesn't contact each other normally. However, when Lin Zefeng got up, she called two times to ask, she was a very snobbish woman.

"Is it called Yang Xuhao?"

Lin Zefeng asked quickly.

"Maybe, I really don't remember it. What did you ask about this? Did you meet your uncle?"

"Oh, I just received an advertising endorsement. It seems that the chairman of the group is called Yang Xuhao. I just asked, by the way, mom, did that woman call me a few days ago and have any address left?"

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

On the other side of the phone, there was a rumbling sound of rumbling through boxes and cabinets, and it took a long time to get an echo.

"Hey, son, I found it. It's No. 3, West District, Dongjingwan. Your aunt said it was a luxury house and it was very famous on your side."

Lin Zefeng slapped his forehead and said, "It's really not the whole family. If what Yang Ruoyan said is true, isn't she his sister?"

But if you think about it carefully, it’s not right. Yang Ruoyan should be in his 20s no matter how he looks at it. His aunt seemed to have been married for only more than ten years. Six years ago, he saw the woman holding a child to attend his father’s funeral. She was obviously a boy.

"Well, okay, I'll go and visit her when I have time. This is the case first. Mom, I have something to do, so let's have a break first."

"Well, son, please be careful and don't be too tired."

"knew."

Lin Zefeng hung up the phone, quickly turned around and drove back, returning to the place where Yang Ruoyan had just left, but she was gone.

...

Yang Ruoyan returned to her doorstep and took off the mask she bought on the street. She was driven out of the car twice a day. It had already appeared in her heart. She could only arm herself and avoid being recognized by others.

Wandered at the gate for a while, took a deep breath, and then prepared to go in. God knows how she doesn't want to return to this home, or it can be said that this is no longer her own home, and she doesn't live like her own family.

I mustered up the courage to ring the doorbell. The door was automatic and could open with just a press inside.

Sadly, she still needs to wait for the people inside to press the door button for her, but her home has no keys. I am afraid that she is the only one in the world who has never seen what the keys at home look like?

"Click"

As the door was opened, she could finally go in.

She walked around the big garden in her home, which looked like a park, and walked into the living room of the main house, and changed into slippers sent by the employer.

"Dad, I'm here."

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

On the stairs on the second floor is my half-brother. I haven't seen her for several years and have grown a lot taller. She should be 14 years old, right?
Chapter completed!