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?"

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

the hell's going on!" Director Zhu only grew more uneasy when he saw that she

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

the

than before. "Alright,

locked up in the

couldn't get him out. How could

you can't eat or sleep because of Hao'er. Don't worry too much. You have

with this matter."

up and after a long while, she said in a weak voice,

her patiently one second

that he had heard wrong. He took a step back and raised his voice. "What

"I-I thought 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.