Tokyo.
Outside the hotel entrance.
"Director, are you getting on?"
"You all go ahead. I need to make a call."
Zhang Fan and Yu Rui naturally couldn't possibly get on the bus without their leader, so they waited nearby.
After walking some distance away, Dong Xuebin took out Yu Meixia's number and called. Though it was Global System for Mobile Communications, the signal definitely wouldn't be good across national borders. Static crackled through the line. Beep, beep, beep... After four or five rings, the call connected.
"Hello, Bin?"
"Sister Yu, where are you?"
"I'm about to cook. Qian Qian and I are at home."
Clearing his throat, Dong Xuebin said seriously, "It's like this. You told me before about your parents. Tell me more specifically—how old were you when it happened?"
Yu Meixia paused. "I only heard about it from relatives after my parents passed away a few years ago. Maybe I was three or four, maybe four or five. I was too young to remember much then, so... if a relative hadn't let it slip and I hadn't overheard, I still wouldn't know. I can't remember anything from that age either. Bin, why are you suddenly asking? Aren't you on a business trip? Are you back?"
"Not yet. Let's not talk about me." Dong Xuebin said, "Did you have any identifying features back then? Anything obvious?"
Yu Meixia's face warmed. "No."
Thinking about it, Dong Xuebin realized that made sense. He had seen Sister Yu's body before, and she didn't seem to have any birthmarks.
"Then what about anything else? The clothes you wore then? A Longevity Lock? A necklace? Nothing?"
"Probably not. I don't know either. Bin, what exactly is going on?"
"Didn't I say I'd help you find your biological parents? I need some clues. Think carefully,