Afterward, Song Yunuan was questioned several times by Old Ho.
Song Yunuan divided the information she had compiled into two parts.
After running it through her mind, she told Old Ho.
Old Ho digested the information for a moment, then with a serious expression, he said, "Little Nuan, just like last time, due to your young age, it's best not to publicize this matter to avoid backlash, but I will apply for a reward for you, as we can decide on this internally."
"Thank you, Uncle Ho." Song Yunuan thanked Old Ho happily.
There was going to be a bonus coming her way again.
"Don't worry about your uncle's family matter; as long as the information is truthful, it will definitely be handled fairly."
"Then tomorrow morning at nine, wait for me at the entrance of the post office."
Song Yunuan put the kraft paper envelope into her bag.
Old Ho was quick to act, immediately arranging for someone to deal with her uncle's issue.
