Ling Yin shook his head, "I only know to call him Uncle Yuan, I don't know his full name, and even my own parents, I only knew to call them Dad and Mom, without knowing their names."
"All these years, you haven't found out any names?" Gu Shaocheng rested his arm on his knee, tapping twice with insistence. Did he take him for an idiot?
Following his words, Ling Yin thought for a moment before speaking, "Yuan Huoshan, thirty years ago, was very famous in Yunnan, China, made his fortune in the rubber business. After getting rich, he ventured into many areas, a person some might say was eager for quick success, offending people, and undergoing widespread purging. Little Chu and I were sent on a plane by Uncle Yuan to Canada around that time, but as for where in Canada, I don't really know, because there was a plane crash."
