Zhuo Junyue listened to Feng Youjia's words, his finger with a thin layer of cocoon gently touching the photo of Su Ningyan.
Su Jingyu, Su Ningyan?
Feng Youjia continued, "Zhang Juan has been very harsh on Lin Xiaozhu's two children after she entered the door. Young Master, do you need to investigate further?"
Zhuo Junyue had a quick eye and saw Su Ningyan's birthday, which made his brows furrow even deeper.
It was her indeed. So the little one's real name was Su Ningyan.
It was no wonder, before his surgery, the little one even asked him, what if she had lied to him?
So, this was what she was referring to.
Zhuo Junyue took a deep breath. Su Ningyan, his little one.
He continued reading. This Su Guohua and Zhang Juan were just human trash.
He had always thought that Zhuo Zhengxiu was bad enough for marrying Lin Liuliu a year after his mother died.
