On the way back, Zhao Junhao called Katerina and asked her to meet at Grandma Tao's residence.

By the time he arrived, Caterina had just arrived.

When the two entered the house, the neighbors in the yard naturally left a long time ago.

"Zhao Junhao, you're back, it's okay, you're fine."

Seeing Zhao Junhao's safe return, Lei Qingqing breathed a sigh of relief.

She was afraid that Zhao Junhao would go single-handedly and find trouble with Niu Youjin, and there would be danger.

Zhao Junhao smiled and entered the house to see Grandma Tao.

The old and the young chatted, and Lei Qingqing was not idle, helping Grandma Tao clean up the house, busy with the outside.

Although Caterina never did this kind of thing, she saw that Zhao Junhao valued this Grandma Tao very much, and even helped Lei Qingqing with housework.

If this were to be seen by her Dead Soldier Gemini, or the other killers in the organization, she would be so surprised that her jaws would fall to the ground.

After chatting for a long time, Zhao Junhao found that although Grandma Tao was old, her mind was not confused.

For the events of more than 20 years ago, she doesn't remember it completely clearly, but she still has a general impression.

Finally opened his mouth and asked about the incident.

"Grandma, you've met my mother, haven't you? I want to know something about her, it's important to me. ”

When Grandma Tao heard this, the smile on her face froze.

She looked at Zhao Junhao, and Zhao Junhao also looked at her.

Seeing that Zhao Junhao's eyes were sincere and firm, Grandma Tao sighed lightly and shook her head.

"I knew there would be a day like this. Jun Hao, you help me into the room. ”

Zhao Junhao helped Grandma Tao up and entered Grandma Tao's bedroom.

Grandma Tao walked over to a very shabby old-fashioned wardrobe, and under the two benches where the wardrobe was kept, there was an even more dilapidated wooden box.

The wooden box was covered with dust, apparently hadn't been opened in years.

"You take out the box and open it."

Grandma Tao said.

Zhao Junhao did as he said.

When I opened it, I found that the small wooden box was full of children's clothes, and the workmanship looked clumsy, obviously handmade, not bought.

"These are the clothes your mother made for you."

Grandma Tao's words shocked Zhao Junhao's body.

"You grew up with me before you were three years old. Later, because I had an agreement with your mother and my leg was bad, I had to send you to an orphanage. ”

"Your mother is a very virtuous woman and very ...... Awesome, I can see that she's not from our little place. She didn't know how to do needlework, but she studied with me day and night in those days. I barely slept to make these little clothes that you wear from one to three years old. ”

"Before leaving, she told me not to tell you all this. If one day you come to me and ask about it, she asks me to show you the letter. ”

"The letter?" Zhao Junhao asked.

"Well, it's under the box, it's your mother's own handwriting, open it and take a look."