In other words, An Zhiyan, the mercenary, had been dead for two years.
She frowned. Was her godfather still alive?
Were her companions still alive?
"Little Yan, what's wrong?" Jiang Xinlan came down from airs and asked worriedly.
Although Jiang Xinlan was a little worried, she didn't ask further.
She took An Zhiyan upstairs to the bedroom. All the items in the bedroom had been removed. The bedspread and pillow covers had all been changed to pink. Everything looked very warm.
An Zhiyan turned to look at Jiang Xinlan. Her gaze suddenly fell on the necklace her mother was wearing.
That necklace…
Seeing An Zhiyan staring at her necklace, Jiang Xinlan stuffed the necklace into her top. She tucked her hair back and explained with a smile, "This is your grandmother's legacy. I have been wearing it since I was a child. It's not something valuable."
An Zhiyan was not naive. Her work experience had allowed her to see a lot of valuable jewelry and jade. The necklace around her mother's neck was definitely not something an ordinary person could afford.
An Zhiyan quietly changed the topic. She respected the fact that her mother did not want to talk about this.
The location is the Hill Empire.
At the headquarters of the Wen's Xing Hai Group, a woman burst into the room.
"President Wen, I've found them!" The secretary placed the stack of documents in her hands on Wen Tingsheng's desk. "President Wen, I've found that person. Also, you have a daughter."
Wen Tingsheng looked up from the documents. His cold expression immediately turned into surprise. "What did you say? Tell me again!"
"Ms. Jiang has been found. Your daughter has been found as well," the secretary repeated with a smile.
"How old is she?" Wen Tingsheng's eyes were filled with tears. "Are they well?"
The secretary told him all the information she had learned.
When she mentioned that his daughter had been taken away by the wrong person when she was young and that she had only recently found out about her family background, the secretary felt a pang of heartache.
Fortunately, President Wen had already found them.
Wen Tingsheng saw the photo of the girl with a sour face in the document. He could not help but laugh.
"This child looks like me."
The secretary said excitedly, "President Wen, I'll go and arrange for someone to bring Madam and your daughter back."
Wen Tingsheng thought about the things that had happened at the Wen family home. His expression turned cold. "Don't worry, now is not the time."
When he was done cleaning up the mess at the Wen family home, he would personally bring his wife and daughter home.
An Zhiyan looked at herself in the mirror. She had almond-shaped eyes, an oval face, a full atrium, soft skin and small lips. Her face was pretty enough. But her eyebrows and eyes didn't look like Jiang Xinlan's at all. She probably took after her sleazy father.
She cleaned up the things she had brought back from the An family. Other than some old clothes, a cell phone, and the 200 yuan pocket money that the original owner of the body had secretly saved up, she had nothing at the moment.
But she had just received a call from the school urging her to pay her tuition fees.
It was the An family who used to pay her tuition fees.
She laid in bed and thought about all the possible ways to get the money.
Her phone rang.
"Little Yan, I heard that you're going back to your mother's house now? In that case, you'll become a low-class pauper in the future. Does that mean we won't be able to play together in the future?" The girl's voice sounded like she was worried about their future friendship, however, An Zhiyan could hear a hint of schadenfreude in her raised voice.
The caller was Tian Tian, a girl from a wealthy family.