It wasn't until Wei Zongze's sight disappeared that Qiu Lingyang looked away. She picked up her phone and dialed Li Desheng's number again.

This time she didn't say any nonsense and said directly: "Mr. Li, please help me check Wei Zongze, general manager of Ruanhong Group in City T. I want his detailed information, the more detailed the better."

"This matter is simple. I can give Mrs. Shang the complete information she wants the day after tomorrow at the latest." Li Desheng on the other end of the phone also said that.

To check a real person, such a famous person, is the easiest thing for someone in this field.

"Okay." Qiu Lingyang hung up the phone, hailed a taxi, and came to the cemetery again.

Today is not a special day, it is not Qingming Festival, nor is it the anniversary of Chu Xiaohang's death, but she discovered something special. In front of Chu Xiaohang's tombstone, someone actually placed his favorite bouquet before her.

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Who sent this bouquet of flowers? Could it be the same person who sent the flowers before?

If it was the same person, how did that person know that she was coming to the cemetery? It was as if he knew she would come, and he always sent a bouquet of flowers before she came.

Is it just a coincidence? Or has someone been spying on everything about her?

In recent years, there have been very few people she has really talked to. Except for Lu Meizhen and her daughter, who hate her to the core, others just treat her with the mentality of watching the fun.

Qiu Lingyang looked around and saw no shadows of ghosts, not to mention the shadows of people.

After standing there for a while, she unconsciously stretched out her hand to outline the words "Chu Xiaohang" on the tombstone.

She said: "Xiao Hang, someone told me two days ago that the car accident was not an accident. Do you think it was man-made? If it was man-made, who would that person be?"

Knowing that no one would answer her question, she still paused for a while, as if waiting for his answer.

After a long while, I heard her say again: "Xiao Hang, I now know a person, his name is Wei Zongze. I will always see your shadow in that person. Then I will wonder if

Are you not dead at all? Have you changed your face and identity and continue to live? I hope he is you, I really hope it."

After saying that, Qiu Lingyang watched quietly, staring blankly at the tombstone at the words 'Chu Xiaohang'.

She would never know that every word she said here reached Wei Zongze's ears word for word.

The pinhole camera embedded in the tombstone also transmitted her every movement and expression. Wei Zong was holding a tablet computer, and what was displayed on the computer was this scene in the cemetery.

His eyes under the golden spectacle frames were fixedly staring at that all-too-familiar pretty face. His long and strong fingertips gently tapped on the screen, caressing her face back and forth.

Her sexy lips were slightly hooked, and she raised a faint smile: "Xiaoyang, your intuition is right. Your Xiao Hang is indeed not dead. He is living well by your side now. You drank with him not long ago.

Let’s have tea and chat together.”

"Xiao Hang, but if Wei Zongze is you, then why don't you want to recognize me?" She was asking Chu Xiaohang, but she was actually talking to herself.
Chapter completed!