"I didn't see anything," Wen Sinan said, feigning composure, before preparing to put her phone back in her pocket.
Xing Zhaoming snatched it away immediately.
Wen Sinan's face darkened, and she tried to snatch it back: "What are you doing? That's my phone."
Xing Zhaoming quickly dodged and tried to unlock the phone, only to find that it required a password.
He looked directly at Wen Sinan and asked, "What's the password?"
Wen Sinan rolled her eyes: "Why should I tell you?" As she spoke, she reached out again, trying to snatch the phone back.
Xing Zhaoming went straight for it, grabbing her hand and pressing his fingerprint on it.
The photo that had flashed before his eyes reappeared before him. Xing Zhaoming looked at his younger sister's bright smile, still young and vibrant, and his eyes involuntarily reddened.
His rough fingers gently brushed across the photo, and his gaze immediately fell on the other people in the photo, especially the chubby girl who looked just like his little sister when she was being held in Gao Mingcheng's arms, and the little guy who was snuggling tightly next to his mother with his brother. A look of doubt quickly appeared on his face: This photo is not right.
Although Zhao Zhao did give birth to a daughter, neither he nor Gao Mingcheng, the father, ever got to see her.
Looking at the scars on Gao Mingcheng's face, this photo was clearly taken after he returned from the front lines. At that time, not only the little girl, but also Zhao Zhao and her nephew were no longer alive.
Xing Zhaoming, his face tense, looked at Wen Sinan: "Where did this photo come from?"
"None of your business, give me back my phone." Wen Sinan said irritably, trying again to snatch the phone back.
Xing Zhaoming continued to avoid the question. Seeing that Wen Sinan refused to talk about it, he simply stopped asking and searched on his phone himself.
Soon, he discovered that the photos were sent by Ying Rongrong via WeChat, and that there was even a photo of Ying Hongyi, who had also sacrificed his life long ago. His heart was instantly filled with shock.
This is wrong, this is so wrong.
Xing Zhaoming used Wen Sinan's phone to call Ying Rongrong directly.
The call was answered immediately: "Hello? Mom?"
“It’s me,” Xing Zhaoming said.
Ying Rongrong was stunned for a moment before realizing who the voice belonged to: "Uncle?"
“Mm,” Xing Zhaoming replied.
Ying Rongrong immediately sensed something was wrong; this seemed to be her mother's phone number.
She took her phone away, still a little unsure, and glanced at it to confirm.
"Isn't this my mom's phone? How did it end up in your hands, Uncle?" Ying Rongrong asked.
"..." Xing Zhaoming hesitated for a moment, then said, "I accompanied your aunt to your mother's hospital visit and happened to see the photos you sent to your mother, so I'm asking you about these photos. Where did you get them?"
Ying Rongrong hesitated. She remembered that her mother-in-law had met her uncle when she went to the capital, but she did not choose to acknowledge her uncle. Perhaps she had some concerns. She could not make a decision on her own at this moment.
Xing Zhaoming waited for a while, but Ying Rongrong didn't respond. He grew anxious and called out, "Little Ying? Why aren't you saying anything?"
"Oh, this..." Ying Rongrong stammered, not knowing how to deal with him, and sweat was breaking out on her forehead.
Gao Hongfei happened to be passing by and saw Ying Rongrong looking anxious and sweating profusely. He asked curiously, "What's wrong? Who are you talking to on the phone? Why are you in such a hurry?"
When Ying Rongrong saw that her savior had arrived, her eyes lit up, and she immediately shoved the phone into Gao Hongfei's hand: "It's your uncle's phone call, you talk to him."
Gao Hongfei picked up his phone and saw that the caller ID showed his mother-in-law's number. Why was it his uncle's? Had they made a mistake?
He casually held the phone to his ear: "Hello? Mom?"
“It’s me,” Xing Zhaoming said in a deep voice.
Gao Hongfei: "..." It really is my uncle...
"Uncle, why are you using my mother-in-law's phone?" Gao Hongfei asked curiously.
Xing Zhaoming: "..."
Xing Zhaoming had no choice but to repeat what he had just explained to Ying Rongrong to Gao Hongfei, and then asked in a stern voice, "What exactly is the story behind that photo with your mother and your younger brother and sister? Do you know where Xiao Ying got it?"
Gao Hongfei asked in surprise, "Uncle, don't you know? Wait a minute, didn't you already tell me before..."
Before he could finish speaking, Gao Hongfei saw Ying Rongrong waving her hand vigorously at him, mouthing exaggeratedly to tell him not to say anything.
Gao Hongfei frowned, puzzled.
He covered his phone and whispered to Ying Rongrong, "What's wrong? Why can't I say?"
Ying Rongrong replied softly, "It seems that Uncle really doesn't know about Grandma's affairs."
Gao Hongfei frowned even more deeply: "That's impossible, it shouldn't be like this, right?"
Ying Rongrong pointed at the phone and said, "If you don't believe me, try asking yourself."
On the other end of the phone, Xing Zhaoming was waiting, but Gao Hongfei suddenly stopped mid-sentence. He couldn't help but get anxious: "Hello? Hongfei? Why did you stop talking? What don't I know?"
Gao Hongfei did not respond.
Xing Zhaoming was furious. What was wrong with this couple? They would only say half a sentence and then fall silent, always keeping people in suspense.
"Hello? Hongfei? Are you still there? Say something?" Xing Zhaoming urged.
"Yes, yes, Uncle," Gao Hongfei finally spoke, asking, "Uncle, you really don't know?"
"What should I know?" Xing Zhaoming asked, his voice trembling slightly, feeling extremely uneasy, as if he might have missed something very important.
“It was when my dad was hospitalized in Beijing…” Gao Hongfei said.
Xing Zhaoming was waiting for him to continue, but Gao Hongfei suddenly stopped talking, becoming somewhat impatient: "What happened when your dad was hospitalized? Keep going."
Gao Hongfei paused for a moment, then said, "It seems you really don't know, Uncle."
Xing Zhaoming was nearly frantic: "What exactly should I know?"
Gao Hongfei apologized, "I'm sorry, Uncle, since she doesn't intend to tell you, it's not convenient for me to say more."
Xing Zhaoming: "..."
Xing Zhaoming felt like he was about to suffocate.
Wen Sinan, who was waiting impatiently, crossed her arms and said, "Are you done talking? If you're done, give me back my phone right now."
Xing Zhaoming waved his hand at her impatiently.
At this moment, Chen Wei, who had been waiting outside for a long time without seeing Xing Zhaoming return, came back again: "What are you doing, Zhaoming? Aren't you leaving?"
Xing Zhaoming shook his head at her somewhat irritatedly: "Wait a little longer."
Chen Wei was stunned. She hadn't been feeling well lately, and Xing Zhaoming had been almost always accommodating to her. This was the first time he'd treated her like this. Had something happened?
She looked at Wen Sinan questioningly.
Wen Sinan shrugged helplessly at her, indicating that she didn't know either.
Chen Wei looked at Xing Zhaoming, and for some reason, she felt inexplicably flustered.
"Let your dad answer the phone," Xing Zhaoming said to Gao Hongfei.
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