"So is this why you moved?"
"I don't live there, it's them, not me." Gu Yunbo blatantly lied.
"Is that woman called Sheng Ning?"
"That's right, that's her name. She's so beautiful, really beautiful. What a pity. So young and pretty, and yet she died."
Housekeeper Xing's hands trembled as he took out a portrait and unfolded it, "Look, is this the person?"
"That's her, without a doubt. She looks even better in person than in the portrait, I heard. This woman has a significant background on the mainland, her husband is a captain, two uncles - one is the president, one is a director, and her grandfather was an old leader!"
Gu Yunbo sighed, "You see, with such a deep background ending up in a foreign land, and still dying in the streets? What use is a deep background?"
Housekeeper Xing's grip on the portrait tightened, the corners of the paper crumpled from his force.
"What else do you know? Tell me everything. If you can't, then Lin En will."
