It was Jiang Fen.
She sat quietly, her made-up face as young and exquisite as when she left Jing City.
But she seemed different from the eloquent Aunt Jiang in memory.
Perhaps sensing someone looking at her, she slightly lifted her head to meet Lin Zhiyi's gaze from outside the door.
Her eyes were filled with the weariness of life, lacking the spirited look that Liu He spoke of from making a fortune.
After all, Liu He had dealt with so many wealthy ladies; it was impossible for her to be deceived by such eyes.
As Lin Zhiyi tried to get a clearer look, the police closed the door.
She could only hasten her steps to catch up with Gong Shiyan.
"Uncle, wait a moment."
"What's wrong?" Gong Shiyan seemed somewhat anxious.
"Uncle, could you please check on Aunt Jiang? I mean, things about her before she returned to Jing City."
Lin Zhiyi thought Jiang Fen from just now was very strange.
Gong Shiyan was about to nod when he was interrupted by Sang Li's voice.