The room was quiet.

Huo Xianglin just stood there stiffly, without moving for a long time.

What is going on? What is the outcome? Are they biological father and son, or not?

Yan Zhiyu couldn't help but lean her head forward to see the result.

However, at this moment, Huo Xianglin suddenly jumped up excitedly, running around the room, shouting loudly.

"I knew it, this is my biological son! I finally found my son...found him! God hasn't completely given up on me, and hasn't completely given up on the Huo family! Hahahahahahaha...that's great!"

The other three were stunned.

Huo Xianglin stuffed the appraisal report right under their noses.

The last line of the last page of the appraisal report clearly read in black and white:

The two DNA samples confirmed the biological father-son relationship.

Yan Zhiyu and Yan Fangwei were stunned and subconsciously turned to look at Cheng Ruiyuan.

Cheng Ruiyuan's expression didn't seem to change, but the hand holding the appraisal report began to tremble slightly, and he shook his head in disbelief.

"No, I don't believe it... How can this be possible? I am obviously my parents' biological son! There must be something wrong... There must be something wrong!"

At Cheng Ruiyuan's insistence, the two conducted several more appraisals.

However, the results are the same.

Faced with the ironclad facts, Cheng Ruiyuan collapsed on the sofa, with the appraisal report in his hand clenched into a ball.

Yan Zhiyu and Yan Fangwei looked at each other.

"What on earth is going on?"

In order to solve the doubts, the four decided to look for clues.

On the way to Cheng Ruiyuan's hometown, except for Huo Xianglin who was in high spirits, the other three had different expressions.

Yan Zhiyu was still immersed in surprise and confusion.

The result of the paternity test should be correct. In fact, Pang Xinwen did not seem to be lying. She was very sure that the real grandfather of the Huo family had died that year...

So, what is going on?

Yan Fangwei's face showed worry and concern, and she turned back to look at Cheng Ruiyuan behind her from time to time.

Cheng Ruiyuan sat in the back corner, head down, holding the two delicate glass bottles tightly in his hands, silently immersed in his own world.

No one knows what he is thinking at this moment.

Because of the remote location, they first took a plane and then a bus. After a long and bumpy journey, when they arrived at Cheng Ruiyuan's hometown, it was already dark.

But no one mentioned taking a break.

Everyone wants to know the truth.

Because it rained not long ago, the roads in the village were very muddy.

Sanzi followed Cheng Ruiyuan and walked with difficulty in the village, passing through the villagers' houses of varying heights, and finally stopped in front of a courtyard.

The walls here are made of stone bricks, the paint on the gate is peeling and the lock is rusted.

After opening the door, there is a completely different world inside.

Although I haven't lived here for a long time, every corner is very clean and everything is in order, which makes me feel comfortable. The warm light fills the whole courtyard, adding a bit of warmth.

It can be seen that the owner of the house loves life.

After entering, Huo Xianglin looked around with disdain, muttering: "How can I live in such a rubbish place? I don't know how much suffering my son has gone through..."

As he spoke, his hatred for Pang Xinwen grew stronger, and he wished he could go back and chop her to pieces right now!

Cheng Ruiyuan glanced at him and said calmly, "This is my home. It's where I grew up. It's not some rubbish place."

Huo Xianglin then shut up in dismay.

He didn't want to upset his biological son whom he had just found.

"Everyone, look carefully to see if there are any clues--" Yan Fangwei glanced at Cheng Ruiyuan and said, "Be careful when searching, don't damage the things here."

With the dim light, the four of them searched carefully.

Yan Zhiyu feels a sense of familiarity with this old house.

In her original world, her family conditions were not good and they also lived in a place like this. Although she no longer has any feelings for her parents and brother, she still cherishes her childhood memories.

After all, that was her experience.

She had been in the room for a long time and had already mastered the skill of finding supplies in various places. Not long after, she found a notebook in an inconspicuous crack in the bed.

The cover had turned yellow due to age, and the pages had been wetted by something, making them hard and brittle.

Yan Zhiyu didn't even dare to use her hands to pick it up, for fear that she would crush it.

"Cheng Ruiyuan, look at what this is?"