His gaze slowly swept over the items in the room, and Leng Lin picked up the ID on the table and flipped it open.
On the inner page was a photo of a young man, whose smile in the picture was sunny yet handso.
Below the picture were his na and other details.
Na: Luo Chuchen.
Place of Origin: Shandong Qingdao
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On it, a red seal was particularly noticeable, with two heavy characters that read—"Top Secret."
If Luo Xiaoqian were here now, she would imdiately recognize that the person in the photo was her most revered father.
If she saw that ID, she would surely be amazed because, in her mory, her father seed to be just a minor civil servant and certainly not any kind of high-ranking official.
"Chuchen!" Leng Lin’s fingers gently caressed the photo on the ID, "You raised a good daughter. I hope you are not angry with . You know my temper..."
This elderly man, who had faced life and death for many years, spoke in a low voice, his eyes, which were usually devoid of much emotion, began to redden at the end.
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Shandong Qingdao.
Outside the morgue of the People’s Hospital.
Lu Hao signed his na on the paper the doctor had handed him and imdiately turned to leave the chilly morgue. Once he stepped into the sunshine outside, he reached into his pocket, took out his phone, and dialed Luo Xiaoqian’s number.
"Hello, who’s this?"
Luo Xiaoqian’s voice quickly ca through the receiver.
Since Lu Hao had changed his phone number so many tis, she naturally did not recognize that it was his number.
Hearing that long-lost yet familiar voice, a sneer flickered across Lu Hao’s lips, but his voice was deliberately kept deep and even sounded sowhat tearful.
"Xiao Qian, it’s ... I’m Lu Hao!"
On the other end of the phone, Luo Xiaoqian, who had just woken up and was still a bit dazed, imdiately cooled her expression when she heard the na.
This bastard, how dare he call her at this ti!
"Scram!"
She answered with a single icy word and hung up.
No sooner had she hung up than it rang again.
Luo Xiaoqian initially wanted to hang up again but, after a mont’s thought, she pressed the answer button, "Lu Hao, I’m warning you. This is the last ti. Stay as far away from as you can, and if you dare call again, I promise, you will regret it!"
Then, she hung up.
"What’s wrong?"
Leng Zimo had just walked in to see if she had woken up and saw her throwing the phone to the ground, so he approached with concern.
"That bastard Lu Hao had the nerve to call !" Luo Xiaoqian huffed, glancing at the phone, "I gave him a piece of my mind!"
No sooner had she finished speaking than the phone rang once more.
This ti, it wasn’t a call, but a text ssage.
Leng Zimo bent down to pick up the phone from the ground and handed it to her, "Do you need to handle it?"
"Don’t bother about him—just delete the ssage!" Luo Xiaoqian said irritably.
It had been a good morning, but then this bastard had to show up unexpectedly, truly souring her beautiful mood.
Leng Zimo entered the ssage inbox and upon seeing the content of the text ssage, he still handed the phone back to her.
"You should take a look at this ssage," he recomnded.
Luo Xiaoqian, puzzled by his expression, took the phone. The ssage was brief: "My mother has passed away."
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The Chapter "The Difference Between n and n[7]" was missing and has now been added. Apologies for any inconvenience caused.
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