Author: Purple Peony MACHINE TRANSLATION
âI never asked where I came from, so under his hint... â
Zhao Yuyi panted as he said this, and his expression did not look too good.
âlater, I went home and had a drink with my dad. After drinking too much, I asked him a few questions, and my dad hit me in a fit of anger. He said that he would never ask such questions again, and that it was not something honorable. â
He touched his pocket and took out a yellowed photo. âBut I found this photo in his drawer, but unfortunately, I never found this person. â
He lanjin took the photo and looked at it. She thought it was Tang Zhilin, but it didnât look like her.
âI donât know if this will help you, but Lu Zifan has asked about it many times. I think he wants to know about it, â said Zhao Yuyi.
He had always wanted to kill Lu Zhicheng and Lu Zifan. Now, seeing them tortured to death, Zhao Yuyi couldnât help but feel a little happy.
Instead of letting them die happily, it was better to stay and torture them slowly and watch them suffer.
âDid your father ever mention Tang Zhilin? â He lanjin asked.
Zhao Yuyi shook his head and said in a low voice, âIâve never heard him mention it. â
âBut he has returned to Jiang city a few times. I donât know exactly who he came back to see, â Zhao Yuyi said. He looked back in a panic and found that there was no one around him. He said, âIâm leaving. If Iâm discovered, it wonât be good. â
He came in a hurry, but he also left quickly.
âHanye, I feel like things really revolved around Tang Zhilin, â he lanjin said.
Things became more and more complicated. From when she married into the he family, when she was ordered to kidnap him and lure he ruoxue into the trap, everything started from her.
âGo check if Tang Zhilin has had plastic surgery, â Qiao Hanye turned around and said to the secret guards.
The secret guards answered, took the photo, looked at it, and then left.
âDo you suspect that she has plastic surgery? â He lanjin asked. She looked at Tang Zhilinâs normal face and didnât seem like someone who had plastic surgery. Moreover, the plastic surgery technology 20 years ago was probably not so advanced.
But everything was unknown.
âWhat if it is? â He said.
He lanjin took two steps, grabbed his arm, and gently pulled him. âHanye, do you think that if Zhao Tianming knew a lady, that person would also know Tang Zhilin? â
An idea flashed through her mind. She wanted to capture it, but she couldnât.
âWeâll talk about it when we get back, â Qiao Hanye said.
He glanced at the movie tickets and asked in a low voice, âare you really not going to watch it? â
He remembered that she had been clamoring for the release of the movie. Because of this, he had been paying attention to when the movie would be released.
âIâm not going to watch it, â she said, losing her excitement from before.
No matter how good the movie was, it was not as important as the main business. The key was that there was a beauty staring at Qiao Hanye. Why would she let him come out and blind the Golden Eyes of others?
âLetâs go back first, â she said and pulled him out.
However, she saw the girl who was grabbed by her chest just now coming back to buy milk tea. She looked into he lanjinâs eyes. She subconsciously protected her chest, afraid that she would reach out and grab it.
If she were to crush her newly-enlarged breasts, wouldnât the loss outweigh the gain?
âIs my devil palm very scary? â He lanjin saw her running away in a panic, even spilling milk tea. She quickly stretched out her hand and asked in surprise.
This was her first time grabbing her chest, and she was actually scared of the little girl.
âItâs fake, â Qiao Hanye said.
He lanjin heard it and didnât react. She asked, âwhat fake? â
The man didnât say anything. It took her a long time to react. She looked at him in disbelief and said, âbreasts are fake? You actually know? Qiao Hanye, you even read it? â
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