The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack
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I saw that Ning Ruoqing's clothes were wrinkled after wearing them for who knows how many days, and they were covered with mud or something else. The secretary sighed when he saw Ning Ruoqing like this. I have come into contact with all the most advanced technologies they have applied and can use." Ning Ruoqing's voice was flat, but every word was like a knife, cutting Ning Quruo to pieces and leaving him with no face.
The secretary frowned, walked hesitantly to the office door and knocked.
No one responded.
He hesitated for a moment and opened the door.
I saw that Ning Ruoqing's clothes were wrinkled after wearing them for who knows how many days, and they were covered with mud or something else.
He just lay on the sofa without covering himself and fell asleep.
The secretary sighed when he saw Ning Ruoqing like this. Just as he was about to close the door, he heard Ning Ruoqing's cell phone on the desk ringing.
He was just about to help the man answer it.
The man who was sleeping soundly suddenly woke up, got off the sofa, strode to the table, and picked up the phone: "Hello..."
The man's eyes were clear and his voice was mellow and pleasant. He didn't look like he had just woken up from sleep.
"...Photo?" Hearing Butler Ning's request on the other end of the phone, the man frowned slightly, "I gave you one last time."
If it weren't for the fact that he was the Ning family's housekeeper and had taken care of Xiaotong when she was a child, he wouldn't even give her that photo.
The Ning family had given up long ago, and his brother and sister-in-law had given up as well.
Now they also have a son and a daughter, and their family is happy. How could they still remember the lost eldest daughter?
Suddenly, a familiar voice came from the other end of the phone, “Give me my sister’s photos and everything else.
Ning Ruoqing was stunned for a moment, "...Qu Ruo?"
The uncle and nephew had not spoken to each other for a long time. Probably since that incident, Ning Quruo had never spoken a word to him again.
"How could you ..."
Did Ning Quruo know that Ning Yuetong was not his sister?
Did he finally remember Xiaotong?
A sharp light flashed in Ning Ruoqing's eyes, so bright that it was blinding.
"Do you remember what happened that day? I'll make arrangements..."
"I don't remember!" Ning Quruo interrupted Ning Ruoqing coldly.
Ning Ruoqing frowned slightly and patiently explained: "Qu Ruo, those memories may be painful for you, but they are the key clues to finding Xiaotong..."
"Heh... could you please stop pretending? If you really wanted to find it, why didn't you find it after so long? I've already found someone who will soon be able to make a simulated portrait of your sister. If you really want to repent, just commit suicide in front of your sister to apologize."
"A simulated portrait?"
"Yes." Ning Quruo was extremely disdainful of Ning Ruoqing in his heart.
If he was sincere in looking for someone, hasn't he thought of such a simple method over the years?
"Using childhood photos to simulate a person's appearance when he grows up?"
Ning Quruo said impatiently: "Yes."
Ning Ruoqing's expression, which could be considered gentle at first, gradually turned colder. "You've been deceived. This is simply impossible with current technology."
"What do you know?"
"I have contacted several top software companies, several top doctors and geneticists, and even the U.S. Bureau of Investigation. I have come into contact with all the most advanced technologies they have applied and can use." Ning Ruoqing's voice was flat, but every word was like a knife, cutting Ning Quruo to pieces and leaving him with no face. "None of these people can do it."
Ning Quruo opened his mouth.
Ning Ruoqing had no expression on her face, and her voice was extremely cold. "I won't give you the things."
After saying that, he hung up the phone.
Ning Quruo listened to the "beep, beep" sound of the phone being hung up, his chest heaving, and his hand gripping the phone case tightened.
Did Gu Weimian lie to him?