Su Nanxing called Han Rumo.
It was the middle of the night overseas.
Su Nanxing knew that Han Rumo often stayed up late, so he definitely hadn't gone to sleep yet.
Sure enough, the phone was answered after just two rings.
"Xingxing."
"Little Uncle." Su Nanxing didn't beat around the bush and went straight to the point, "I have something I'd like to ask you."
Han Rumo's voice was gentle, "Xingxing, what is it?"
"Do you remember the ring my mom used to wear all the time? A simple band with a row of diamonds on it."
"You mean the ring that your sister always wore on her hand?" Han Rumo said, "I remember. Back then, you placed that ring... inside the tombstone, right?"
"Yes," Su Nanxing said, "but my dad just called me, saying that the ring is in his possession."
"What?" Han Rumo's anger rose suddenly, "What does he mean? Wasn't that ring meant to be buried with her? Why is it with him?"
"I'll clarify this with him later. Uncle, do you know who gave that ring to my mom?"
