Age was so excited that he was speaking incoherently: "Sir, Little Pudding and Miss Su look so alike, she might very well be Miss Su's..."
He didn't dare to confirm that Little Pudding was Su Hongxing's daughter, for fear of getting Ye Qilan's hopes up unnecessarily.
"Three years ago, wasn't her womb removed? She lost so much blood, how could she be fine? Unless, unless——" Ye Qilan thought of a possibility, his eyes lighting up.
"Age, you stay home and watch the child, I'm going to the old villa. Also, arrange for some experts to conduct blood tests." Ye Qilan, containing his excitement, wanted to know the results as soon as possible.
Since the incident with Su Hongxing three years ago, he had never returned to that villa.
With no one living in the villa and the crime scene sealed off, everything there remained intact.
Even after more than three years, the bed sheet stained with Su Hongxing's blood remained unchanged.
He trusts no one now, only himself.
