She clearly remembered it was 1969, how come it became 1979?
Fang Zongtang quickly flipped through the dates on several other newspapers, including those from yesterday, last week, three weeks ago, and one month ago.
When I think about the changes that happened on the way back, I can’t help but believe it.
She really has been missing for ten years!
It was all her fault for being careless. Repulse Bay was very close to her home and she was eager to return home. Plus, she had a headache and didn't want to think too much about it.
Even if she just glanced at the small advertisements posted on the road sign when passing by, she would not be so passive.
Now the house has been broken into and people have been attacked, how will this end?
Also, where had she been for the past ten years? Why didn't she have any impression of it?
Thinking of this, my temples began to ache again.
"Mrs. Song, are you okay? You look pale."
Fang Zongtao's mind raced, and he immediately staggered to the side.
"Oh, I have a headache. Please spread out a little and let me get some fresh air in."
The fat old lady called someone and quickly carried her to a chair in the house.
Before she could catch her breath, the fat old lady began to explain in a chattering manner.
"Mrs. Fang, don't blame me for not recognizing you. Mr. Song didn't leave any photos at home, so he told me to call him as soon as you get back. Many people pretended to be you before, and Mr. Song got very angry every time he came. And Mr. Song's family also wanted to take over this house. If it weren't for Mr. Song's deep affection for you, I would not have done such a troublesome job a long time ago."
Fang Zongtang didn't even need to ask any tricks, the fat old lady just told him everything at once.
She also roughly understood that her cheap son-in-law has not only become the richest man in Hong Kong, but has also changed his name.
There are quite a few people who want to pay for it!
Fang Zongtang felt a headache after hearing the chattering and interrupted it immediately.
"What if I am also an imposter?"
It was just a joke, but the fat grandma was really scared.
"It's not easy to impersonate. Who dares to impersonate Mrs. Song now? In the past, those who pretended to be Mrs. Song were thrown into the river by Mr. Song to feed the fish~"
Fang Zongtao was just about to say something like, "Why is it so exaggerated?" when a car horn suddenly sounded outside the door.
The fat old lady was delighted: "It must be Mr. Song~"
Before he could finish his words, a man in a suit walked in with the setting sun behind him.
He has long legs, broad shoulders and a narrow waist. His face cannot be seen clearly. The sunset is brilliant, and the fiery clouds make the man look like he is walking on fire, with extraordinary momentum.
The man stood in the fire cloud for four or five seconds before quickly walking forward.
She could finally see his face clearly. In the past ten years, the immaturity of her son-in-law's face had faded, from a shy and gentle scholar's face to a mature and steady one, just like a piece of carved jade, which was sharp when the knife was first made. After years of precipitation, it became smooth, restrained, and majestic!
hansome!
"You're back!" Song Yi spoke awkwardly from a distance of four or five meters. His voice was weak, but his eyes were like an eagle, staring at him without blinking, and quickly scanning up and down.
Fang Zongtang tapped the table twice with his fingers, crossed his legs, and leaned back. His posture was relaxed, but it seemed as if he had suddenly burst out with momentum.
As if he wanted to compete with Song Yi!
"This is my root. If I don't come back, where should I go?"
Although the words were casual, they easily made Song Yi lose his composure.
"It's too messy here. I'll have someone clean it up. Let's move into the new house for a few days?" If someone who had worked with Song Yi heard his almost pleading tone, they would definitely be shocked and think that Song Yi was obsessed with finding his wife.