"Are you very hungry?" Ye Huang asked.
Song Sheng nodded, "I haven't had a full meal in several days."
"Alright, go eat." Ye Huang gave the police a look, and the police let Song Sheng out.
As he passed by Ye Huang, Song Sheng sincerely said, "Thank you."
Ye Huang pursed his lips, his expression stern.
Lin Song reminded Ye Huang once again, "He probably isn't the one."
"To create a Ye Li, it would take more than a year at least. Ling Mohan... is up to no good!" Ye Huang said.
Lin Song breathed a sigh of relief, "So you knew all along."
"Besides Song Sheng, there might be others," Ye Huang's voice was as cold as frost, "Otherwise, Hua Ziyan wouldn't so easily let Song Sheng go."
"Right, right, everything you've analyzed is correct. In this age of technology, a DNA test will reveal everything. Hua Ziyan letting Song Sheng out is like throwing himself into a trap..."
Mid-sentence, Lin Song abruptly stopped speaking.
