Auntie Jiang's expression was tense, her hand grasping the brochure trembling continuously.
That brochure was one Qiao En had stuffed into her luggage when she was working at Nanchen; it had been such a long time that she had forgotten about it.
And this brochure almost revealed her identity.
"I picked up this brochure on the train."
Qiao En lied.
Auntie Jiang's eyes suddenly dimmed, "I thought you had worked there."
She murmured to herself.
Qiao En restrained her emotions and asked, "Auntie Jiang, is there something you want to know? I can ask a friend to help you inquire about it."
Upon hearing this, Auntie Jiang's cloudy eyes suddenly shone with brilliance, she looked up at Qiao En with trembling lips and said, "My daughter used to work at that company, but she... she's dead... "
Before she could finish, Auntie Jiang covered her face and started crying.
She cried so sorrowfully that Qiao En's mood was momentarily infected, plunging into a nadir.
