"Your mother has been dead for years?" Zhan Jinchuan chuckled, "Then I must have seen a ghost! I just saw your mother, Yang Zhaoqin, at the police station, Ruan Feifei. Tell me, did I see a ghost?"
The police station?
Ruan Feifei's heart pounded, her mind in chaos.
How could Zhan Jinchuan have seen her mother at the police station?
Is it true, or is Zhan Jinchuan trying to deceive her?
If it's true, why was her mother taken to the police station?
Did the events of those years come to light?
She tightly gripped the cup in her hand, cold sweat beading on her forehead.
"Ruan Feifei, stop pretending. I know everything," Zhan Jinchuan sighed, laughing self-mockingly, "I know your mother is alive, hiding on the outskirts of Beijing, but she's been taken to the detention center by the police. I also know your father is not Ruan Zhi, but Yang Shaotong. Your parents are both members of a crime organization!"
"No...it's not true..." Ruan Feifei instinctively denied.
