Ruan Yiqian still couldn't let it go, Shen Mianmian's profile just now really resembled his mother's when she was young.
She was about the same age as his sister and also a child whose parents couldn't be found—it was possible she really was his sister.
"My sister has been lost for so many years, a lot must have happened during this time, and it's possible that she ran away due to some misfortune and then was picked up by your foster father. If it's convenient, may I meet your foster father?"
Mianmian's mouth twitched slightly; after much difficulty, she had asked Zhou Lanfang and Shen Jianhua for help, and she really didn't want to be involved with them again. After thinking it over, she said, "Brother Ruan, could you mention some distinctive features of your sister? Like birthmarks, for example?"
"No," Ruan Yiqian shook his head, "My sister has always looked like a doll since she was young, very pretty, without even a freckle on her face."
Shen Mianmian: "..."
