"Didn't the Shen family hold a funeral for her?"
Shen Wanxing retorted.
"But I feel she's still alive." Wen Ran had this intuition—the little girl hadn't died in that big fire ten years ago, so how could she die so easily now? Shen Wanxing and Shen Wan had too many connections; he always felt that Shen Wanxing knew where Shen Wan was.
Wen Ran wanted to find that girl.
Shen Wan's face was disfigured, and she had endured the greatest suffering in this world. Wen Ran wanted to compensate her and ensure her peace for the rest of her life.
He reserved his only warmth for Shen Wan.
"You shouldn't ask me; the Shens probably know more details." Shen Wanxing didn't want to stay here any longer; Wen Ran's gaze was too penetrating, and she was afraid he would see through her, "The money has been delivered. If Young Master Wen is asking about Shen Wan, I really don't know. Please excuse me."
