Chunyu Chen, who was in Australia, turned on the tracking device on his wristwatch. When he heard the conversation between Zhao Fenglian and Tong Wenya, he couldn't help but frown.
"Hee Wenbo, find someone to check on this woman." he said coolly.
"Yes, young master. Are you worried that she will harm Tong Wenya?"
"Don't ask so much. Go and investigate."
"Yes, Young Master."
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Zhao Fenglian served the incense and stood in front of Tong Jianping's portrait. While crying, she said, "Chief Tong, you know. I only have one daughter. I've wanted to recognize her a long time ago. When you were alive, I didn't dare to recognize you, for fear that you would think that I stole your child. Now that you're gone, I want to make it up to her. "Can you understand my feelings as a mother?"
He can't! " Tong Wenya coldly said, "Please go back."