Song Jinqiao nodded and followed his footsteps. Benjie also hurriedly followed. Before leaving, he took a look at the small Western-style building not far away.
Tevez's office
Song Jinqiao sat on the sofa, typing with his head down, while Benjie played games out of boredom.
As soon as Tevez came to the office, he said he was going to get some information and left them here.
Maybe his luck was not good today, as he lost several rounds of the game. Benjie lost interest all of a sudden, quit the game, and turned to look at Song Jinqiao.
"Joe, who are you messaging?" he asked curiously.
It's strange how Joe seems to be constantly messaging.
Song Jinqiao looked up at him, then lowered his head to continue typing, and replied, "I'm making an appointment with a psychologist."
Benjie tilted his head curiously, "Are you going to see a therapist again? Weren't the previous ones cured?"
Song Jinqiao didn't answer yes or no, but said ambiguously: "I don't know yet. I'm still consulting."
Ask about those strange dreams.
She didn't care about it at first, but as soon as she fell asleep she would have some strange dreams, and those dreams even seemed to seriously disrupt her life.
Thinking of this, Song Jinqiao paused typing.
She... that voice that almost brought Tevez into his dream just now...
But she was very sure that the man's voice was definitely not Tevez's, so why... why did he substitute Tevez...
Is there something special about him? Then why didn't she react so strangely before?
Just as I was thinking about it, Wittes walked in with two folders.
"Here, take a look at these materials first."
Song Jinqiao looked up at him, then turned his gaze to the two folders and reached out to take the top one.
When she opened the folder and saw the first page, her pupils suddenly shrank.
This woman...
Two curved willow-leaf eyebrows, eyebrows like spring mountains, arched like the moon, lips as tender as cinnabar, eyes with the clear waves of spring water, pink and soft complexion, delicate and tempting, smile more beautiful than lotus.
This woman is exactly like the mother she remembers!
But……
Song Jinqiao looked at the text material next to him again.
Name: Shen Wanru
Age: 43
Gender: Female
Nationality: Country Y
My mother's name is Xia Yunshu and her nationality is Chinese.
Song Jinqiao's voice trembled, his eyes fixed on the document, not daring to move away: "Tevez, is it possible that this document is forged?"
Tevez looked at her, raised his gold-rimmed glasses, a gleam in his eyes, and said, "It's entirely possible that the information here is just for the convenience of the caregivers here and is not exactly true.
Simply put, if Xia Yunshu is really Chen Wanru, so what? The caregivers here only recognize Chen Wanru.
Song Jinqiao breathed a sigh of relief, even when she saw the last page of the information which read - Guardian: Song Yanli.
She felt even more relieved, and even more excited.
Mom! She found her mom!
Seeing Song Jinqiao's excitement, Benjie craned his neck in disbelief and leaned forward. "You found it just like that? The problem that's been bothering you for years is solved just like that?"
Song Jinqiao didn't answer him, but just stared at the information, and a smile gradually appeared on his face.
Benjie returned to his previous seat, picked up another folder, and flipped through it casually. Suddenly, he paused, frowning.
"Shen Wanru suffers from depression, claustrophobia, and schizoaffective disorder?"
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