"I wonder if Uncle An still remembers this pendant?"

An Mujia opened it and her expression changed instantly.

He gave Nangong Yu a wary look: "Where did you get this?"

Nangong Yu raised an eyebrow but remained silent.

Upon seeing this, An Mujia reached out and took the pendant in her hand. After examining it carefully, she said, "To be honest, this is a family heirloom of our An family. More than ten years ago, I went on a mission in another place and lost it due to my carelessness. Later, I searched for it for a long time but could not find it. I wonder where you found it, my dear nephew."

Upon hearing this, Nangong Yu's thin lips curled slightly: "Uncle An, how can you be so sure that the pendant was lost by you, and not given away by you?"

An Mujia frowned: "What do you mean?"

As soon as he finished speaking, an image flashed through his mind.

“This is our family heirloom. If I ever disappear or something happens to me, you should take your daughter and this to the capital. When my father sees it, he will understand everything.”

An Mujia's forehead was covered in sweat as she clenched her fists tightly.

Lately, he keeps having a strange dream.

In his dream, he married a woman and had a daughter.

Upon seeing this, Nangong Yu's eyes flickered slightly: "Uncle An, to be honest, this pendant was given to me by my daughter Ali. She said it was a family heirloom left to her by her father, whom she had never met. She also said that her father was in the capital, so she wanted me to help her find him."

An Mujia was shocked upon hearing this: "You... what did you say?"

Just as Nangong Yu finished speaking, an unbelievable thought arose in his mind.

Nangong Yu did not answer him, but asked another question: "I heard my grandfather say that twenty years ago, Uncle An went to R City in order to crack down on a criminal gang and disappeared for a year. Later, you reappeared in B City."

An Mujia suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, as if he had been pricked by a needle. He broke out in a cold sweat, and at the same time, more and more images flashed through his mind.

His hands tightened unconsciously, his thin lips pursed, and he silently looked at Nangong Yu, signaling him to continue.

"As we all know, R City and B City are adjacent. I heard from Ali's grandmother that twenty years ago, her daughter was working in R City. Then one night, she suddenly returned to B City with an injured man."

Her heart pounded faster and faster. An Mujia took a deep breath, looked up at Nangong Yu, and said, "So, you mean that Song Yuli is very likely my daughter?"

Nangong Yu smiled and nodded: "Of course, all of this is just my guess."

After saying that, he took out a small package from his pocket and placed it in front of An Mujia: "This is Ali's hair. If possible, I hope Uncle An can go to the hospital for a paternity test. That way, the truth will come out."

As for that pendant, Uncle already said it's a family heirloom of the An family, so let's return it to its rightful owner. Goodbye.

After watching Nangong Yu leave, An Mujia stared at the things in front of her, unable to come back to her senses for a long time.

Just now, he suddenly remembered the farce he had seen on TV a few days ago.

A homeless man, carrying a fake paternity test certificate, went to the annual meeting of Quanyu Group and impersonated Song Yuli's father.