Wen Wanzhi's eyes widened, and she unconsciously took in a sharp breath.
"So you know my mother committed suicide? Did she leave behind any information?"
Xu Furong waved her hand dismissively and lit a cigarette.
"Just call me cici. Back then, she wouldn't say much, only that 'the child is here, they will never find them'."
Wen Wanzhi caught a keyword, "Who are 'they'?"
Cici took a drag on her cigarette and spread her hands.
"She wouldn't tell me more, said that the less I knew, the better. I tried to stop her, but Wen Jin was so stubborn, there was no persuading her."
Wen Wanzhi couldn't conceal her disappointment; apparently, her mother had not intended to involve outsiders.
Cici flicked the ash from her cigarette and sighed.
"Are you curious about the truth from back then? Sorry, that's all I know."
Wen Wanzhi shook her head, "It's okay, don't mind me. Did my mother leave behind anything else?"
The woman frowned in thought for a moment.