With Tang Yiheng's personality, he would never make a boring phone call.
There must be something important that she wanted to talk to him about.
Therefore, as long as Tang Yiheng called, Tang Songkang would give priority to his son's call under any circumstances.
"Yang Feng and I have already found my aunt's grave."
The Tang family had already mentally prepared themselves, so Tang Yiheng did not need to lay down the foundation like Yang Feng did.
"What? Yi Heng, what did you say you found?"
On the other end of the phone, Tang Songkang suppressed the excitement in his heart.
Even though he had already guessed that it would be like this, he still couldn't help but be moved when he heard it from Tang Yiheng.
"Aunt Tang Ying has indeed passed away. It should have been almost thirty years."
Because the photo on the tombstone and the photo in their hands looked about the same age.
"Ah, ah…"
