Under Yang Zimei's gaze, Jiang Ziliang dialed his grandfather's phone number again.
"grandfather--"
This time he took the initiative to call Jiang Guangzheng.
Hearing his call, Jiang Guangzheng's slightly sullen mood calmed down, "Zi Liang, that woman is really not your mother. Your mother never had her picture taken before she was alive, and even refused to take a family photo.
Zhang seems to be unwilling to integrate into our Jiang family, so I am somewhat dissatisfied with her."
"Um."
Jiang Ziliang also knew that her mother had never been willing to take pictures before.
Therefore, his biggest regret is not being able to take a photo with his mother.
"In that case, are you okay?"
Jiang Guangzheng noticed that Jiang Ziliang's tone was still a little hesitant, so he asked quickly.
"Grandpa, can you tell me who originally included that photo in the book?"
Jiang Ziliang looked at Yang Zimei and asked his grandfather on the phone.
"Zi Liang, why do you ask this?"
Jiang Guangzheng couldn't understand why Jiang Ziliang, who had never cared about trivial matters, suddenly became interested in a photo?
"I just want to ask, grandpa, please tell me."
Jiang Ziliang said in a rare tone that was close to coquettish.
After he finished speaking, he felt like he was getting goosebumps.
Jiang Guangzheng was moved by his tone, and his memory brought back his cute and innocent look before the special training.
At that time, he loved to act coquettishly in his arms, always begging him to do this or that in a coquettish voice.
And he was not bored at all and was always happy to be his grandson's errand boy.
However, after the special training, not only did he not act coquettishly towards himself, but he also didn't even say a few words. He usually answered his own questions.
Today, unexpectedly, he took the initiative to call me, then took the initiative to tell me something, and even acted coquettishly.
There were faint tears in the corners of Jiang Guangzheng's eyes, and his heart was wet. Therefore, he could not refuse his question.
"Well, President Wang borrowed the book and returned it to me, and the photos were inside."
"Wang Zeyuan?"
Jiang Ziliang asked.
"Um."
"What is his relationship with that woman?"
Without Yang Zimei's instructions, Jiang Ziliang took the initiative to ask this question very conspicuously this time.
Yang Zimei gave him a thumbs up in appreciation.
"Zi Liang, your question has crossed the line. It is not a question you should ask, and I don't know either."
Jiang Guangzheng's tone became serious again.
"I really don't know?"
"Um."
"It's okay then, thank you grandpa."
Jiang Ziliang hung up the phone.
When Jiang Guangzheng heard him say "thank you, grandpa," his heart surged with excitement again...
Yang Zimei heard from the side that the photo was left by Wang Zeyuan, and her heart sank again.
It seems that the disappearance of Mother Long is absolutely inseparable from Wang Zeyuan.
Yang Zimei looked at the Dragon Mother who was taken aside by Sadako, and her mind was filled with all kinds of vulgar and bloody scenarios that might actually happen to the Dragon Mother.
Her guess was this: the old Wang Zeyuan fell in love with the young and beautiful Dragon Mother, so he imprisoned her and even killed her whole family.
Thinking of this extremely cruel and perverted plot, she got goosebumps.
"Master, are you cold?"
Jiang Ziliang suddenly shivered when he saw her and asked with concern.
"It's okay, it's okay."
Yang Zimei shook his head, and then asked, "Where is Wang Zeyuan now? Is he dead?"
