Xia Ke's eyes widened. This was the childhood photo she burned with her own hands when she was sixteen.

"Impossible..." She murmured unconsciously, "This photo has long been..."

As soon as the words came out, Xia Ke suddenly woke up.

But it was too late. The gazes of the onlookers stabbed her like knives.

Zhao Qiwen took two steps back, his eyes full of shock and disappointment, then turned around and strode away.

"Qiwen! Let me explain!"

Xia Ke staggered out of the bar door, and her right high heel suddenly broke, and she stumbled and fell on the steps.

Her carefully styled curls fell apart, framing her pale face.

"Keke! My dear daughter! Wait for your mother!"

The middle-aged woman with heavy makeup was chasing after him relentlessly, and her shrill voice was particularly loud in the night.

She waved her arms exaggeratedly, attracting the attention of passers-by.

Xia Ke struggled to get up, ignoring the scratches on her knees, and continued running forward barefoot.

Tears blurred her vision, and the only sound in her ears was her own violent heartbeat.

"Don't run! Your dad is still in jail waiting for you to visit him!"

The woman kept on pestering him, "How come this kid doesn't even recognize his own mother?"

Xia Ke rushed to the parking lot and saw only Zhao Qiwen's taillights flashing around the corner.

She stopped in despair, turned around and yelled at the woman who had caught up with her: "Why did you frame me?"

The exaggerated expression on the woman's face suddenly disappeared, replaced by a sinister smile.

She leaned close to Xia Ke's ear and lowered her voice, "Twenty years ago, you stole something from Xiao Yudian. It's time to return it."

After saying that, she turned and left, quickly disappearing into the night.