An Shiquan's heart condition had not flared up for several months due to regular checkups, but today, for some unknown reason, it recurred.

An Mujia felt a chill run down her spine when she recalled what her subordinate had said.

It's infuriating that out of so many people, not a single one was willing to step forward and inquire about their needs.

However, he still had one question: why did An Shiquan suddenly have another heart attack?

Noticing An Mujia's worry, An Shiquan waved his hand casually, "Don't worry, I'm fine, I've already taken my medicine."

An Mujia nodded and asked, "Dad, do you know who helped you?"

An Shiquan thought for a while and shook his head: "I didn't see it clearly, so I don't know either."

After saying that, An Shiquan couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

Someone helped him, and he didn't even know who that person was or what they looked like. It's embarrassing to even think about it.

An Mujia pursed her lips and said, "Dad, how about I investigate and then we go to their door to thank them in person?"

An Shiquan pondered for a moment before nodding.

At this moment, Uncle Huang walked in with his phone: "Young master, there's no need to investigate anymore, because the loud incident has already been filmed and uploaded to the internet."

An Mujia took the phone and placed it next to An Shiquan to watch it together.

When they saw Song Yuli's face clearly, both An Mujia and An Shiquan were stunned.

An Mujia glanced at An Shiquan and tentatively asked, "Dad, do you know him?"

An Shiquan nodded: "Yes, she is Lao Nan's granddaughter-in-law. I saw her once at Lao Nan's house."

An Mujia nodded: "Now that we know who they are, let's go and thank them when you're feeling better."

An Shiquan nodded again, indicating his agreement.

An Mujia then turned her gaze back to Song Yuli's small face, and a special feeling welled up in her heart.

Suddenly, Uncle Huang spoke up: "Master, young master, don't you think that girl looks familiar?"

An Shiquan was taken aback, then nodded: "Yes, the first time I saw her, I felt that she looked familiar, but I couldn't remember where I had seen her before."

After hearing this, Uncle Huang pursed his lips, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Master, young master, don't you think she looks a lot like the late Madam?"

An Shiquan and An Mujia felt a chill run down their spines and turned their attention back to the girl on the screen; she looked remarkably like her.

In an instant, An Shiquan thought of a possibility, but he suppressed it in just a few seconds.

How could that be? His son doesn't even have a wife, so how could he possibly have such a desert girl?

In this vast world, there are many people who are not related by blood but look alike.

Thinking of this, he sighed somewhat reluctantly: "Sigh, Lao Huang, don't say things like that again."

Uncle Huang nodded and didn't say anything more.

But Anmujia still didn't look away.

Just now, a picture suddenly flashed into his mind.

A young girl smiled at him.

And that girl looked remarkably similar to the girl in the video.

With her lips pressed tightly together and her brows furrowed, An Mujia's mind was filled with doubt.

Why?

Why does the girl in that video look so much like his deceased mother?