He couldn't help but think of a big yellow dog that he raised to death when he was a child. He wondered if it would appear in front of him one day.

But, that’s my sister-in-law!

His eldest sister-in-law is like his mother, so she is his other mother!

In shock, Luo Junheng glanced at Nan Song, and he said calmly: "I'm asking you. Are you asking me?"

Nan Song was suddenly confused by the big brother's question.

Aren't you the sister-in-law?

But no matter how dazzled she is, she will never fail to recognize her sister-in-law. That is clearly her sister-in-law's face and figure, and it cannot be anyone else's!

Nan Song was confused here, but Luo Yin pulled off the dried facial mask paper and asked Luo Junheng from another line of thought, "What's going on with the photo? You also received the photo that Sean sent you, right?

I have verified it with the relevant departments and found that the photo is not a composite, and the photo was taken no more than a month ago, so it was taken recently. The person in the photo is Yan Xi."

Luo Yin and Nan Song actually had the same idea. Even if they didn't know how Yan Xi could side with Sean now, they would rather believe that she was alive.

Luo Junheng fell silent again.

Nan Song couldn't figure out his elder brother's attitude, because he could see neither joy nor sadness, only silence, like the lake in late autumn.

After all, only the eldest brother can tell whether the person in the photo is the eldest sister-in-law, because the time they really get along with the eldest sister-in-law is very short, and the whole family together is not as long as the eldest brother and sister-in-law.

Similarly, the person who cares most about whether the sister-in-law is still alive is the eldest brother.

He is the person who wants Yan Xi to live the most.

Nan Song didn't even dare to ask anymore.

Luo Yin didn't want to uncover the scars in her eldest son's heart, but she knew that the scars formed by Yan Xi's death for so many years were hidden deep in Luo Junheng's heart and have never healed.

So she must understand this matter and know whether Yan Xi's death is real or fake!

"Son, you should talk. Don't be depressed and talk to us." Luo Yin broke the casserole and asked the question.

Luo Junheng's deep eye sockets were like a quiet sea, with only the flickering sparks of smoke moving slightly. Seeing such a big brother made Nan Song's heart ache.

Seeing such a big brother, Bai Luyu didn't dare to breathe. Even though his stomach was full of problems, he didn't dare to open his mouth easily.

Nan Song's lips moved slightly, and just as he was about to say something else, he heard Butler Zhao knocking on the door and saying, "Young Master, Mr. Yan is here."

Mr. Yan?

Nan Song and Yu Jinwen were startled at the same time and turned to look at the door. They saw Butler Zhao letting the door open and Li Yuan standing at the door with a calm face.

He seemed to have fallen from the sky or rushed in in a hurry. His breath was a little unstable, and his whole state was not as cold and calm as before. His face was like a Rakshasa, and there was a biting chill on his body.

This chill hit their faces, making Luo Yin and others sit upright, and their instincts became alert.

After Yan Yuan came in, he did not greet everyone as politely as before, but went straight to Luo Junheng. His eyes were sharp, his voice was cold and solemn, "You had your sister's grave dug up."

?”

One sentence, like thunder from the sky, struck everyone's heart with a rumble.

Nan Song and Luo Yin stood up in shock, and everyone else looked at Luo Junheng, their pupils suddenly dilated, with disbelief on their faces.

What?!
Chapter completed!