Di Nanxuan nodded, "Do you want to help them find the Chosen Daughter first?" ”

"Well, eighteen years ago, Wen Qin met that child in the Jiangcheng Orphanage, let's go there first."

Jiangcheng Orphanage,

Di Nanxuan himself didn't know why, and when he heard this, he felt a little uneasy for no reason.

I couldn't help but think of a figure of hiring Tingting.

The next morning, when Lin Ran woke up, Li Sijing was still asleep.

Last night, this girl chatted with her mobile phone until the middle of the night.

The smile on the corner of his mouth never stopped.

Don't think about it, you know who she was talking to last night.

Twenty-four hours had passed, and Lin Ran finally didn't have to stay with Li Sijing anymore.

She walked out of the bedroom and wanted to ask Li Sichen about saving Li Sijing.

There was no one to see him in the bedroom, so she naturally thought that Li Sichen was in the study.

So he walked towards the study.

The door of the study was ajar, and Lin Ran pushed open the door and glanced inside.

And no one was seen.

The heavy smell of smoke made her eyebrows furrow.

She stepped inside, walked over to the bed, and pushed the study window open.

The fresh air outside instantly poured in, and Lin Ran felt that he could breathe again

The wind blew in, bringing with it the documents placed on the desk and falling them to the ground.

Lin Ran immediately ran over and picked it up.

Rearrange them and place them on your desk.

The eye fell on the cigarette butts of different lengths in the ashtray.

Lin Ran's brows furrowed.

He must have been too bitter in his heart to smoke all night.

Worried that the documents would be blown off again, Lin Ran tried to suppress the documents with the mobile phone on the table.

Holding the mobile phone in her hand, she noticed that the style of this mobile phone was very old.

If she remembers correctly, it should be the style that Li Sichen was using four years ago.

The phone he uses now is the latest from the brand's top-end.

Out of pure curiosity, Lin Ran turned the phone on.

The phone didn't have a password, she just swiped it slightly, and the screen unlocked.

What appeared in front of her eyes was the WeChat interface.

Lin Ran wanted to put the phone down again.

But after inadvertently glancing at that just now, she saw the word "burning".

So his eyes fell back to the chat interface and took a closer look.

When she saw the WeChat nickname at the top of the screen, her breath froze.

Burning ......

She remembers the avatar very clearly, it is the avatar of the WeChat account she used four years ago.

After she woke up from the car accident, she never logged on to that WeChat again.

Fingers slid up quickly.

There are already a lot of chat logs.

Of course, Li Sichen was the only one talking to himself.

Because there were so many messages, she couldn't flip to the top.

I started reading it from a certain article a year ago.

"Burn,"

Looking at it, Lin Ran's vision slowly blurred.

A tear fell on the screen, just on the last message Li Sichen sent her.

Just two days ago, she found out that he was pretending to be Li Ye and chatting with her on WeChat.

"Ranran, I'm sorry, I was wrong, can you forgive me?"

Lin Ran's gaze fell on that sentence and stared at it for a long time.

I silently thought in my heart, since this man admitted his mistake, why didn't he say it to her directly.

He posted it on an account that couldn't reply to him.

She couldn't see it again.