In the car, Li Wanqing had lost all her earlier composure. A grimace twisted her delicate features.
Furious, she kicked the seat in front of her several times.
The driver, who seemed accustomed to such scenes, showed no reaction.
Once she had calmed down, Li Wanqing said to the driver, "Don't say a word about this when we get back."
"Understood, Madam."
Only then did Li Wanqing begin to carefully mull over what Zheng Guofeng had just said.
'Could it be that Li Wan Yi didn't die when she fell into the river? Not only did she survive, but she also had a daughter?'
'Did she not miscarry the child she was carrying? But after falling from such a height, even into a river, how could the baby possibly have survived?'
She was lost in quiet contemplation when she suddenly recalled what Shumin had said when she came home for the New Year.
