"Well... not really. Since you're here, you can keep me company. We were talking about serious business when you interrupted us."

As she spoke, Wen Yan pushed aside her two older brothers and squeezed out from between them.

"Big brother, fourth brother. I know you're worried about me, but this is something only I can do. None of you could do it."

After speaking, Wen Yan turned her gaze back to her third brother across from her.

"Shall we go inside and talk?"

"Okay." Third Brother replied, turned around and went into the house to quickly tidy up.

Soon, the four of them sat down in the cramped and messy tin shack.

Wen Yan reopened her phone and handed it to her third brother.

"Take a look at the photos I've saved in my album. Is this what you're looking for?"

Upon seeing the gentle black-and-white photo on Wen Yan's phone, Third Brother jumped up excitedly, his strength so great that he even overturned his chair.

How did you get this photo?

Wen Yan didn't answer his question, but said, "Keep turning the page. There's a picture of a letter later. See if you recognize the handwriting."

Third Brother immediately pulled out the letter that Wen Yan had mentioned.

He recognized it at first glance: "This is Xiaorou's handwriting. This is a letter she wrote to me? She gave birth to my daughter???"

The first sentence from the third brother was affirmative, but the last two sentences were incredibly shocking.

"How could this be?! How could she?!"

Third Brother was completely stunned.

He didn't speak again, only his chest heaving violently.

Upon hearing the word 'daughter,' Shen Jingxiu and Shen Jingchuan exchanged a glance and both frowned deeply.

After a long while, Third Brother finally found his voice again.

His hand holding the phone was trembling. He looked at Wen Yan, staring intently at her, completely forgetting that his appearance might frighten others.

"How did you get a photo of this letter? Where was it taken? Where is the letter? Can I see it? Please."

As soon as he said that, Wen Yan clearly saw two strings of large tears slide down her third brother's uneven eye sockets.

He actually cried!

And he even said to himself, "Please."

He didn't seem as cold-hearted as Wen Yan had imagined.

But perhaps it was just belated affection or regret.

Therefore, Wen Yan maintained an unmoved appearance on the surface.

"This letter was produced by Wen Chengcai, and he also uploaded the photos online. He seems to know a lot about your past. I want to ask you, what exactly is your relationship with him?"