Sitting in the car, Yu Jingrong looked at Lang Qingge and smiled, "Little uncle, thank you!"
"No thanks needed, just tell me why you did it," Lang Qingge, although still smiling, spoke with a voice tinged with icy coolness, as if to say, if you dare not tell me, you're as good as dead.
Without any concealment, Yu Jingrong replied very seriously, "Little uncle, do you remember that I told you before that I wanted to investigate the truth behind my father's death?"
Lang Qingge was slightly startled, there was no need to ponder, because he had always remembered it, "Could it be that this is related to Su Luo?"
Yu Jingrong rubbed his temples with his slender fingers and gave a faint "hmm" before pinching the palm of his hand, "Little uncle, do you also remember I told you that I had a sister who died when she was three? Remember?"
"It seems you did mention that," Lang Qingge thought for a moment and then recalled, "But now, isn't your sister back? That He Lingling."
