Song Ling's eyes were intently fixed on the newspaper article about the fire years ago, his fingers gently rubbing the bracelet on the wrist of the girl in the photo.
If it wasn't Jiang Yue who saved him back then, who was this girl wearing the bracelet?
The ringtone of his phone brought Song Ling back to reality. Answering the call, he asked eagerly, "Have you found the girl who saved me back then?"
Zhao Xuan paused for a few seconds before replying softly, "No."
Song Ling's expression turned cold, "Then what is it?"
Zhao Xuan quickly reported, "Mr. Song, I've contacted Yuan Ming Pharmaceuticals. Their person in charge is available tomorrow."
A glimmer of joy flashed in Song Ling's eyes, "Prepare Song Yu's medical records. We'll go there tomorrow."
Zhao Xuan responded, "Yes!"
Song Yu, yawning, descended the stairs and approached Song Ling, "Brother, I'm hungry. Can you cook for me?"
Song Ling put down his phone, "Okay."
