As darkness fell, the entire western suburbs merged with the inky hue. Under the dim, flickering streetlights, one could occasionally spot one or two figures wandering through the alleys, keeping the surroundings from seeming too desolate.

At this time, a black Cullinan came speeding in the moonlight, turned into Nanhua Road, and blocked the entrance of the narrow alley.

The car door opened, and a pair of shiny leather shoes were exposed in the moonlight.

The man was wearing a well-tailored suit, and his tall back was distorted under the street light. Four men in black suits protected him from front and back as they walked towards the deepest part of the alley.

As several figures disappeared into the depths of the alley, the out-of-place Cullinan also disappeared, leaving only some faint tire watermarks on the ground.

The sound of cold footsteps echoed in the alley, and the chill was approaching the tightly closed door.

The man paused, his eagle eyes fixed on the dilapidated wooden door. He casually raised his hand, and the two bodyguards behind him immediately stepped forward and easily opened the door. A strong, sour smell hit them in the face.

The man felt a little uncomfortable and took out a white handkerchief to cover his mouth and nose.

The cold moonlight fell on the ground, illuminating everything in the room.

The space, barely a few square meters, was filled with a jumble of junk. A few plates of leftovers sat on the small square table, and the floor was littered with empty water and wine bottles. At first glance, there seemed to be nowhere to step.

The man's brows were furrowed, as if he was suppressing something. With a glance, the two bodyguards stepped forward and headed straight for the wooden bed against the wall.

The person lying on the bulging quilt on the bed is most likely the owner of the house.

The bodyguard moved quickly and decisively. He raised his hand and dust flew everywhere, choking people and causing them to cough violently.

A gray and black rag quilt was thrown on the ground. Everyone was stunned when they saw what was on the wooden bed.

Where are the people!

The bulge beneath the quilt wasn't the person they were looking for, but several unpacked bags of flour. It was dark inside, and they couldn't see clearly. When they lifted the quilt, they realized they'd been tricked.

“No one!”

The man's eyes suddenly darkened as he realized something.

"Walk."

However, as soon as he turned around, he saw two familiar figures blocking his way.

He pursed his lips tightly, his sharp gaze falling on that bright face. He seemed to see the confident and proud girl from that year again, and was dazed for a moment.

Soon, he looked away.

Lu Anning curled his lips, his eyes full of sarcasm: "Dad, it's so late, you wouldn't come to such a remote place for a walk!"

Gu Zhiwei smiled calmly, "I was reminded of the past, so I wanted to come here and take a look. I don't know if it's because I'm getting older, but I've been feeling sentimental lately. But when I came here, I realized that things have changed and people have changed."

"Really? Your acting is so good that I almost believe what you said."

Gu Zhiwei frowned: "Ayue, remember your own identity."

"This isn't the Gu family. You know I hate following rules. Now that we've met, let's not beat around the bush. Aunt Li, you deliberately placed someone next to me, didn't you? Experience is always the best. I almost believed it."

Gu Zhiwei smiled and turned his cold gaze to Tang Jingyuan.

When he saw that there was no one on the bed, he knew that Aunt Li had been exposed. They had set up a trap and were waiting for him here.

But even if he appears here, it doesn’t mean anything.

"Aunt Li is indeed my person, but I'm concerned about your safety. I know you won't listen to me and will continue to investigate. I asked Aunt Li to keep an eye on you because I'm afraid you'll be in danger again. I failed to protect your mother back then, and now, I absolutely cannot let anything happen to you again. Do you understand, Ayue?"

Gu Zhiwei looked like an elder father who was serious about his words. If it were in the past, she would definitely believe what Gu Zhiwei said if she didn't know the truth.

It’s a pity that she has long lost interest in family affection in this world.

"You mean you found this out on your own?"

Gu Zhiwei nodded: "Otherwise, why do you think I would appear here. It's just that I didn't expect that you would come here."

"If I hadn't come, I'm afraid I'd never see the people in that house again in my life. You didn't tell me the truth about what happened back then! Did my mother really and willingly give birth to your child? Was that fire really just an accident, and you had no idea?"

Lu Anning originally thought that after being caught red-handed, Gu Zhiwei would panic and feel guilty, just like Ji Yan, who would reveal his true colors after being asked a few questions by him.

It turned out that she had overestimated her father's worth.

Even at this moment, when he was facing his own questioning, there was no confusion in his eyes, as if he had really wronged him.

He stood in the dark, his body straight, his eagle-like eyes filled with complex emotions that were difficult to understand.

He curled his lips and said, "Jingyuan, a man should spoil his wife, but he must know the limits. In this regard, you are still a little immature. My daughter is willful. When she has had enough trouble, take her back! I will pretend that nothing happened today."

Lu Anning found it funny for a moment. He was the one who was caught, so how could he warn Tang Jingyuan with such confidence?

Lu Anning reminded him sullenly, "This is a matter between us. Don't bring Jing Yuan into this. Answer my question! How did my mother die?"