After a long time, the hair on the back of Lin Yan's neck stood on end. Ling Shuangxue picked up the stack of snow-white rice paper in her hand and flipped through it as she said calmly, "Lin Yan, from Ding'an City. His father's name is Lin Mo, who participated in the Dingdeng Battle four years ago. Logically speaking, he should have died on the battlefield of the Dingdeng Battle.
"But coincidentally, half a year ago, you had a younger sister, Lin Xiaozhi…"
Lin Yan's entire body suddenly tensed up, but he did not reveal any special flaws. He only looked up at Ling Shuangxue in surprise.
Ling Shuangxue's eyes were calm as an ancient well as she continued, "I'm very curious. How could a person who has been dead for four years have a three-year-old daughter?
"Therefore, I followed the clues and asked your former colleagues and neighbors, but I realized that none of them could tell how your sister appeared.