Song Di was startled and immediately said, "Uncle, you must be reminded of someone by this object."
"Ah, but what difference does it make? My son is never coming back. Yet, the silhouette and build of this person are so similar to Hechen," Lu Yuanhe lamented.
Song Di felt alarmed. It seemed that Father Lu still had some doubts; of course, the figure was too similar to Lu Hechen—it was Lu Hechen himself.
"I wish so much that this person was my son," Lu Yuanhe said with self-mockery and a bitter smile, massaging his temples. "I had someone check what Weilan was up to in Jiangnan; not to investigate her was to respect her, but her reckless behavior has really disappointed me."
"Uncle, this matter may not be as simple as it seems. Weilan is not an irresponsible person," Song Di said.
