Leng Youchen suddenly sat up straight, his gaze sharply fixated on Li Dong, "You mentioned he's keeping a woman. How old is she?"
"It's said that she's in her early 20s. I showed her a photograph of the Third Young Lady, but they said it didn't look like her because the woman was in a very disheveled state, dressed in rags, and her appearance was unclear. All I know is that in the end, Song Zhenye took her away," Li Dong explained.
Leng Youchen's brows furrowed deeply. In the business arena, Song Zhenye was a cunning and insidious businessman, but his only weakness was his wife and daughter. To suggest that he kept a mistress on the side, he hadn't done so even in his prime, and now, in his declining years, to suddenly succumb to loneliness, Leng Youchen found it hard to believe.
Moreover, this woman was just a little over 20, around the same age as Song Qingge. The idea of Song Zhenye suddenly keeping a woman who was about his daughter's age was even more baffling to him.