"I know. That's why we had dinner together."
Lin Yi shook Song Yuzhen's hand in response.
"I'm glad you think so."
"My mother is okay, but my father hasn't remained peaceful all these years, right?"
"You didn't meet him?" Lu Beichen asked.
Lin Yi shook his head. "I met one of his subordinates, an A-class guy."
Lu Beichen's expression was calm. He was not surprised at all.
"I have a very deep personal relationship with your family. We still remained in contact during the years after he left, but after he made a name for himself, his identity became much more sensitive, and we interacted less. If Little Shen hadn't come to us last year and said that he had seen your mother, I would have thought that the two of them had already died."
"In other words, you don't know how far he has gone?"
"I don't know. I can only guess." Lu Beichen ate peanuts and drank wine at the same time. He remained at ease.
