After talking to Pei Zhiyao, Wen Mian wandered around the hotel for a long time.
So long that Zhao Kuo's call came just in time, as it came through to her mobile phone.
Wen Mian involuntarily gasped and hurriedly answered Zhao Kuo's call.
The voice on the other end made Wen Mian's nerves immediately tense up.
"I have some information for you."
Wen Mian spoke gravely, listening to Zhao Kuo continue.
"It's about your father's past, and I plan to hand it over to you."
Past information about her father...
Wen Mian's hands clenched into fists as a surge of emotion welled up inside her.
Images of the past flashed before Wen Mian's eyes.
The woman drew a sharp breath; naturally, she would not stay away.
"I understand, send me the address, and I'll come to you," she said.
After hanging up the phone, Wen Mian couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.
