Tang Luo's eyes were red. He looked at the old lady lying on the bed, then looked at Tang Ye, and nodded slightly.

"Okay, let's go, don't disturb your grandmother's rest."

"Um."

Tang Ye nodded slightly, and then asked Uncle Lin to push him out of the door.

Seeing that his son was mysterious, Tang Luo felt a little curious, but he didn't ask any more questions and followed him out.

"Tell me, what's the matter with you?" he asked with a frown, "Now that your grandmother is seriously ill in bed, I'm not in the mood to talk about other things."

"Father, there is something I have never told you."

Tang Ye's smile was full of bitterness: "I may... know the whereabouts of my aunt..."

These words made Tang Luo's body tremble suddenly. He subconsciously reached out and pressed Tang Ye's shoulders tightly. The force was a bit heavy, as if he was trying to control the excitement and ecstasy in his heart.

"What did you say? Did you find your aunt?"

Tang Ye pursed his lips slightly: "I should have told you about this earlier, but because my grandmother is seriously ill, I'm afraid...I'm afraid that she won't be able to bear the blow after she finds out..."

He originally sent someone to pass the portrait back, and his father could tell whether it was his aunt just by looking at the portrait.

However, because he had important matters to discuss with his father, he returned to the Tang Mansion first.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he came back, he heard that his grandmother was dying. He didn't want to irritate her anymore, so he had the portrait intercepted. So far, he has not been able to tell the news.

Tang Luo's heart tightened: "What do you mean by this? What do you mean your grandmother will be stimulated? What happened to your aunt?"

"Auntie..." Tang Luo's voice trembled slightly, "She... is dead..."

boom!

Every word Tang Ye said was like a thunder that struck Tang Luo's mind hard.

He staggered back a few steps, and the words Tang Luo just said kept echoing in his mind, making him almost suffocated in pain.

Auntie...is dead?

dead...

"Is what you said true or false? How could Yin'er possibly..."

Tang Ye took out the portrait he had prepared earlier.

In the portrait, there is a beautiful woman.

This woman is stunningly beautiful, and her every move and smile are very similar to that woman from back then.

Except for the eyebrows.

Yin'er's eyebrows were as soft as water, and she always looked at him with a smile like her crescent-moon eyes.

The girl in the portrait is a bit more domineering, like a king who dominates the world.

With just one glance, he could tell that this woman was not Yin'er.

Tang Luo breathed a sigh of relief subconsciously: "Aye, this girl is not your aunt, you must be..."

"Her name is Nan Yan."

Tang Ye interrupted him and raised his head: "Her mother's name was Tang Yin. She died twenty years ago."

"And her mother was disfigured and extremely ugly."

As Tang Ye finished speaking, he asked Uncle Lin to take out another portrait.

The woman in the portrait was obviously disfigured, with scars all over her face.


Chapter completed!