"I don't know!" Le Tong shook her head in a bit of confusion.
She reluctantly agreed to Old Master Yang's request because of her soft heart, but indeed, as Ji Rui had guessed, she tried to avoid this unsettling matter like an ostrich.
When the doctor aimed the needle at her vein and pierced it, watching the dark red liquid slowly flow from her vein into the syringe, a thought suddenly occurred to her.
If, in her blood, flows the blood of the Yang Family, does that mean there's still a chance to find her father?
Once the first "what if" formed in her mind, countless others emerged one after another, uncontrollably.
What if Yang Weikang really was her father Le Ming? What if Yang Weikang hadn't run away from home twenty-six years ago? Could she have grown up in a normal family like other kids, with loving parents?
