Lian Yinseng, the eldest of the Lian Family and an officer in the Armed Police, holding a high position, picked up his police cap in the morning and saw the old lady drinking tea. He went over and asked, "Mom, something on your mind?"
"Asking knowingly." The old lady snorted, "Didn't you meet that woman from the Yan Family a couple of days ago? You haven't told me what you talked about."
Lian Yinseng put his police cap on the table and held the old lady's hand, saying, "Isn't that because you forbade others from bringing up the third sister's matter?"
"Third child, is there really a child left behind?"
Lian Yinseng nodded: "Yes."
"Can we bring him back?"
Lian Yinseng shook his head: "Mom, it's not that easy. That child has suffered a lot outside. I don't think he has any intention of acknowledging his ancestry and returning to the clan."
The old lady's face fell: "Then, shall we talk about it after some time?"
"Mhm."
