Fake Daughter Is Rich Again?

In an expensive wealthy district in Beijing.

The four-story villa stood in the innermost part of the wealthy district. The exterior of the villa was white and of a European style. It looked grand from the outside.

Director Zhu had just arrived home after a long day of running.

He took off his jacket and handed it to the servant who came forward to help him with his slippers. Then, he pulled open his collar and walked inside. As he walked, he said, "1 saw a car driving out of the house. Who visited?"

Madam Zhu looked like she had something on her mind. She was holding her phone, and it was hard to tell what she was thinking. She didn't even notice that he had returned.

Director Zhu saw that something was wrong with her face and felt vaguely uneasy. Instinct told him that something had happened.

He strode over to his wife without bothering to loosen his tie. "Who came to the house?" he asked her in a deep, authoritative voice. "Your friend?"

herself. Her facial features looked gentle, and it was obvious that she was the kind of person who did not

talked back. Madam Zhu's gentle and humble personality was simply every man's dream wife. "What the hell's going on!" Director Zhu only grew more uneasy when he saw that she was uneasy and afraid to look in his direction. "Are you hiding something from me?" Madam Zhu's eyes were already

decades, after all, and she bore him a son. It would be

didn't have the heart to make

and placed his hand on Madam Zhu's shoulder. His tone was much gentler than before. "Alright, stop crying. I didn't mean to flare up at you. I'm just in a bad mood these days.

was still locked up

ran around but couldn't get him out. How could he not

"I know you can't eat or sleep because of Hao'er. Don't worry too

with this matter."

even more guilty upon hearing this. She looked up and after a long while, she said in a weak

was comforting her

Madam Zhu's words, he suspected that he had heard wrong. He

about how Hao'er was still locked up in the detention center and suffering because of her. My heart ached as if a knife had stabbed me. I really felt terrible,