In Riverview Hotel, Chu Xinghe sat on a single-seater sofa, silent, while Meng Heng stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, on a call with someone else.
"Xinghe's sister really found?" The loud male voice on the other end of the phone could barely contain its joy.
"Really, big brother, before coming to Jiang City, I even had a phone call with her. At the banquet a few days ago, I spoke to her!"
A look of joy gradually emerged on Meng Heng's face, "Big brother, I think she looks so much like the sister!"
"What's her name? How is she doing now? Has she ever been bullied?"
"Her name is Zhiyi, Chu Zhiyi. Isn't that a nice name? Unfortunately, Zhiyi is already married now. Her husband is Yan Jingting from Jiang City. As for how she's been in the past, I haven't looked into it yet."