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"": "Naturally, Gu Ya did not understand the true meaning of the unfinished word Luo Feng had spoken. She had no idea that Luo Shan was not really Luo Shan.
Luo Feng had no intention of telling her these so-called "truths."
The truth often did not matter all that much.
Knowing that her son was alive and well was enough for Gu Ya.
"Let's go home." Luo Feng scooped Gu Ya into his arms, refusing to let her walk any farther.
Bang! Zhong Zhicheng kicked open Zhang Yunling's front gate!
His hand stayed pressed against his waist, ready to draw his weapon at any moment.
His sharp gaze swept across everything in the courtyard.
All the room doors stood open.
Every room had been ransacked, belongings strewn all over the floor.
Zhong Zhicheng was extremely cautious.
Zhang Yunling was no ordinary woman.
She had hidden in the Luo Family Courtyard for so many years without Luo Feng discovering anything. Even he, the Village Chief, had failed to notice anything wrong with her. That alone showed how meticulous her mind was.
She was actually working with You Jiang!
That meant she had to be every bit as terrifying as he was.
She wanted to kill him.
Which meant You Jiang wanted to kill him.
Those thoughts circled through Zhong Zhicheng's mind, making cold sweat pour off him.
But why did Zhang Yunling want him dead?
Was it because her parents' deaths all those years ago, and the scorn she had suffered from the villagers, had finally turned into hatred?
Could it really be that simple?
Zhong Zhicheng could not figure it out.
He approached one of the doorways with the utmost caution. Drawers lay scattered across the floor, and the lingering scent of medicinal herbs,