Nie Yifan called his colleagues to come to his house to protect their safety; now that Qin Tianming was wanted, he had become a real fugitive who could do anything unpredictable.
Qiao Zhiyi's phone rang.
All eyes turned to her simultaneously.
Qiao Zhiyi picked up her phone and saw the caller ID, "It's my aunt."
There were no wiretaps installed in the house, so Qiao Zhiyi pressed the speakerphone button.
"Hello, Auntie."
"Zhiyi, your sister has come back," Jiang Wenying said in a gentle and smiling tone. "Come home for dinner tonight."
Qiao Zhiyi looked at the real Qiao Zhihuan, who felt her eyes welling up with tears upon hearing her mother's voice.
Who would have thought that the person loved and cherished by the Qiao family elders was an imposter?
"Sister is alright, isn't she? Where did she go?" Qiao Zhiyi casually asked a few questions.
