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?"

features looked gentle, and it was obvious that she was the

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

and she bore him a son. It would be a

the heart to make

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

locked up in the

get him out. How

her. "I know you can't eat or sleep because of Hao'er.

with this matter."

felt even more guilty upon hearing this. She looked up and after a long while, she said in a weak voice, "I-I got someone to hit Qiao

Zhu was comforting her patiently one second

he suspected that he had heard wrong. He took a step back and

stammered. "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