"Heh, what does the old man have to say now?"
Tang Ming gave a bitter smile, looking towards the bewildered old director.
"This time, I'm also confused? What on earth is going on?"
The old director stared with wide eyes, blankly puffing on a cigarette, coughing continuously from the smoke billowing from his mouth.
"Director, you can't be confused! Think carefully, did that baby have this pattern on his right foot."
Tang Ming looked nervously at the old director, if that baby was really him, the person being chased could very well be his own father, who had good reason to entrust his child to someone else while being pursued, and if it was true, there would surely be a secret vendetta tangled up in his origins.
"I really don't know about that, the man left in such a hurry, I only glimpsed at the child's left foot and saw a birthmark, but as for the right foot—I didn't see it."
The old director sighed helplessly.
"I..."
