Half an hour later, Qin Hanyun hung up the phone, his expression grim.
Sister Miao had said the exact same things Wen Ying predicted. Whenever the topic of his sister came up, she would claim it was her fault, saying she was atoning for her past mistakes every single day.
If you didn't know what she had done, you'd be moved by her words and think that Sister Miao truly saw them as family.
But if Sister Miao really was involved, then her words took on a completely different meaning.
She was indeed atoning, because she was indeed guilty.
'But were the true culprits behind my sister's disappearance really my second uncle's family?'
"Doctor Wen, I believe you." Qin Hanyun looked at Wen Ying with a complicated expression. Strange thoughts were swirling in his mind, and he was about to ask another question when Chaochao's mother walked in carrying a red bag.
"But how did you know I would come here?" Qin Hanyun had never met Wen Ying, nor had he even heard her name before.
