After a quiet lunch, everyone sat in the living room.
Tao Chunhe cheerfully took out the report letter from his pocket and handed it to Mr. Liu, "Grandpa, take a look."
Song Ping's face lost all color after pulling out the letter.
Mr. Liu took it and read it over. "Couldn't the source of this report be traced?"
Tao Chunhe nodded with a smile, "It was traced. Grandpa, doesn't the handwriting look familiar to you?"
Mr. Liu realized immediately, and upon reading it again, he indeed felt the handwriting was familiar. An ominous feeling arose in his heart.
"Old Tao, this?"
"Old Liu, today's occasion isn't really suitable for discussing these matters. But Xiao Chun just wouldn't listen."
Meng Lin didn't care about all this. Her sisters hadn't spoken a word to her since Song Ping arrived. Hearing the words of the two elders, she responded with direct sarcasm.
"Grandpa, this Liu Family truly can't be trusted. We've just become relatives, and they've already stabbed us in the back.
