Tong Disheng's call made Tong Wanwan stunned in place.

Daddy He...... Recognize her?!

How is that possible?

Tong Wanwan's thoughts were chaotic, and he didn't know whether he should or shouldn't for a while.

She didn't say anything, she didn't deny it, Tong Disheng became more and more excited, "Wanwan, it's really you, baby daughter, you're back?" ”

In the bedroom, except for Song Yuexiu, the other two people showed frightened expressions.

Tong Ruoqing stared at Tong Wanwan with fear, and He Xi moved to the side with some fear, keeping a distance from Tong Wanwan.

It's as if what is in front of them is not a human, but a terrible ghost who asks for his life!

It's no wonder they do, the name Tong Wanwan is now synonymous with horror.

Because she's dead, and she's dead horribly.

Tong Disheng suddenly shouted his daughter's name like crazy, isn't this scary.

The atmosphere in the room was extremely weird.

In addition, Tong Wanwan didn't speak for a long time, and his expression was strange, which pushed the weird atmosphere to the extreme.

She was conflicted, she wanted to respond, but she knew she couldn't.

In Tong Disheng's eager gaze, the ghost made a miracle, she opened her mouth, and a voice overflowed from her throat: "Dad-"

"Mr. Tong, you admit that you are mistaken, she is my secretary Luo Qiao, have you forgotten?"

A cold and calm voice interjected, covering Tong Wanwan's voice and making her sober up instantly.

yes, she's Locho now, and she can't reveal her identity yet.

If her murder was her brother or sister, she was undoubtedly putting herself in danger.

She wants to calm down!

Don't be impulsive!

Tong Disheng's expression was a little dazed, "Oh, it's Secretary Luo, I remember!" It's me who was dazzled, she looked like Wanwan just now, very similar to Wanwan. ”

Tong Wanwan bowed his head weakly.

Dad is really sharp-eyed, and a small movement can't escape his eyes.

The atmosphere in the room eased a lot, and Tong Ruoqing and He Xi finally returned to their normal faces.

"Like?" Hearing his father say that Luo Qiao was like a younger sister, Tong Ruoqing carefully looked at Luo Qiao's face.

But she didn't know that Tong Disheng was referring to the similarity in movement, not appearance.

After looking at it for a while, she was surprised, "Don't say it, Secretary Luo's eyebrows are really a little similar to Wanwan, no wonder Dad you are mistaken." ”

"Between the eyebrows?" After Tong Ruoqing said this, Tong Disheng looked at Luo Qiao intently, and said vigorously, "Like!" Resemble! ”

Song Yuexiu's eyes glanced to the side, and said quietly: "It seems that Secretary Luo and Mr. Tong's family are very fateful!" ”

Tong Wanwan was uncomfortable with her father and sister, and at the same time there was a high-pressure gaze from the boss, she felt like a fawn surrounded by hunters.

Quite a dire situation!

"I ...... I want to go to the bathroom! Tong Wanwan pointed out the door and fled under the pretext of an excuse.

Walking briskly to the door, she leaned against the wall of the hallway, breathing a sigh of relief.

It seems that she must be mentally prepared enough next time, so that she can be as strong as Song Yuexiu, and her joy and anger are invisible, so that she can face her family again.

After leaning for a while, Song Yuexiu hadn't come out yet, and she didn't dare to go in again.

Looking at both sides of the corridor, I thought of my mother, whom I hadn't seen since the accident, and guessed that it might be in the Buddhist hall.

She misses her so much.

Perhaps, she could go and sneak a peek at her.

Tong Wan was familiar with the way in the villa and touched the Buddha hall.

When she walked, she found that the door of the temple, which had always been open before, was now tightly closed.

Strange, this door is never closed!

Mom, is she in there?

Tong Wanwan had doubts in her heart, raised her hand to knock on the door, thinking of her current identity, she withdrew her hand again, went around to the window outside the house, and looked in from the outside.

The sun was shining, and she blocked the light on either side of her eyes with her hands, and her face was pressed against the window to look in.

The window was tightly drawn, and she changed several places before she found a gap. It was very dark inside, as if the lights were not even turned on, and some Buddha statues were vaguely visible, but they were also hazy.

Suddenly, a pair of eyes glared at him—