Tong Airui's lips twitched slightly, "Dad, Uncle Muta, why are the two of you here?"
"Let's talk in your office." Long Che said in a deep voice.
The three of them entered the office, and Long Che turned to Muta, "Should you say it, or should I?"
Muta glanced at the door and lowered his eyes briefly, "You say it."
Long Che coughed lightly, "Rui'er, your aunt has found out about Constar's existence. Right now, she's at our house crying to your mom."
Tong Airui looked at his father, genuinely unsure what to say. His aunt was crying at home, so why were the two of them here with him?!
"How did Aunt find out?"
"Someone sent her a file." Muta handed a phone with a shattered screen to Tong Airui, "Your dad and I are here because we need you to figure out who sent her the file. Also, I want the truth from you—are the things in the file about Constar true, and… is he really dead?"
Tong Airui took the phone, pressed the power button, but after a while, it didn't respond.
