Nie Rong took the book and sighed softly, thinking of his grandmother with bound feet.
Song Yuanchao had been keeping a low profile for too long. Of course, as an undercover agent, he needed to maintain the proper conduct and restrain his emotions. He stood up and said, "I'm done speaking, thank you everyone!"
At the same time, everyone was looking at Nie Yao.
He grabbed the book, staring at it in disbelief, clearly wanting to argue.
Song Yuanchao didn't give him a chance: "If Second Master doesn't believe me, I'll write to my grandmother right away and ask her for trouble."
Mr. Dong simply said, "Why bother with all that? There's one in Kowloon. Let me make a call."
Nie Yao opened his mouth, staring at the photo again. When he was willing to accept that the old woman the soldier was carrying was dead, he looked at the photo again and made a new discovery: there was blood on the soldier's leggings.
It was also discovered that, although the photo was in black and white, the old woman's skin tone was noticeably different from the soldier's.
So, he went through all that trouble, spending half a day in Hong Kong's biggest bookstore to find a book that he thought would put him on a moral high ground, but it was full of fabricated lies.
He was so shocked that he lost control of his expression and stared in disbelief.
Song Yuanchao couldn't suppress the smirk on his face and said, "Second Master, a lie can't become the truth, and the truth can't become the lie. How about this, you find some more evidence, and maybe we can make a new discovery?"
"The epidemic has spread far and wide, and people are starving everywhere. By the way, I have a lot of photos. I'll make a call later."
As Mr. Dong spoke, he pulled out his mobile phone and dialed a number: "Old Wang, go to my study immediately, find that old photo album from the mainland, and send it to Lantau Island. Of course, immediately, I need you to be there within an hour!"
In front of those who had personally experienced it, Nie Yao still wanted to defend his mother and his clan.
Although Nie Rong loves his son, his words are always the most aggressive.
“Ah Yao, the biggest mistake I ever made was believing your mother's lies. But when the lies were exposed, I reflected on myself and vowed never to repeat them. As for you…”
"You truly are a child who carries half her blood, you have simply... disappointed your father!"
Nie Yao had prepared for so long, wanting to die today, under the blue sky and green fields, with the sea breeze blowing, after making a vow, in a tragic yet magnificent way, to find the real Chen Rou, to seek her understanding and comfort.
So he was wrong again?
His mother's relatives are not only whitewashing their crimes, but they are even using photos that are so poorly made that they can be easily exposed.
Then what do the hardships of his imprisonment over the past six months, his hatred and resentment amount to?
He was like a boxer who had prepared for three months before the match, wanting to defeat his opponent in one fell swoop, but was knocked out by his opponent in one move after stepping into the ring. He was completely dumbfounded and had no idea what to do.
Just then, the side gate suddenly opened, and a Mercedes and a Bentley drove in.
Sam, who was leading the way, jogged to open the car door, and Nie Zhao got out.
I heard that Second Brother is a scoundrel, so Boss Nie came personally to deal with him.
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