"Maybe you should call your dad and ask," Wen Ying suggested.
Zhao Yu readily agreed. He pulled out his phone right there in front of Wen Ying and called Mr. Zhao. As soon as the call connected, he got straight to the point. "Dad, do I have an aunt?"
"Yu, what nonsense are you talking about? What aunt? Aren't you supposed to be at work? Why the sudden call about something like this?"
"Dad, I just want you to tell me. Do I have an aunt?"
Sensing his son's determination to know the truth, Mr. Zhao fell silent for a moment. "You did have an aunt once, but she was already gone by the time you were born, so nobody thought it was necessary to bring her up. What's gotten into you, kid? Why are you saying such strange things today?"
"Then... why is she gone?"
"She had bad luck, I suppose. Not many people made it through those times. It was common. It's nothing like now, with how fortunate you all are."
"Dad, I want the truth."
