No, impossible. He Yirong quickly denied this idea.
However, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that aside from Jingyao, no one else could have such a deep grudge against Zhuo Yuwei... And this method of catching them off guard was indeed Jingyao's style!
He Yirong felt his heart thumping wildly. He immediately took out his phone, instinctively wanting to dial He Jingyao's number.
Yet the next second, he realized that Jingyao was no longer his son.
He Yirong's heart twitched, and he sighed wistfully, setting the phone down again. At this moment, he didn't even know how to face Jingyao.
He Yirong rubbed his temples, feeling troubled, when suddenly his phone rang. He picked it up and looked at it, finding it difficult to believe his eyes for a moment.
Jingyao?
He took a deep breath, calming his emotions before answering the call with a "Hello."
"Have you arrived?" He Jingyao's voice was deep on the phone.
He Yirong was taken aback: "Yes."
