Zui Yiming held a portrait of Zui Yifeng in her hand as she looked up at her son and Lin Changhong.
"Baiqing, why are you holding your uncle's portrait?" she asked.
Upon hearing this, Yin Baiqing's expression immediately turned unsightly.
"Mother, do you mean that the person in the portrait is actually my uncle, Zui Yifeng, whom I've never met?" he asked with some uncertainty.
"That's right."
Zui Yiming smiled and placed the portrait on the table beside her.
"Although I've only met Zui Yifeng a few times myself, the likeness in this portrait is too accurate for me to mistake it. He is indeed Zui Yifeng."
"As expected!"
Yin Baiqing and Lin Changhong exchanged glances, their expressions darkening.
Indeed, he was the same person.
"What do you mean, 'as expected'? Baiqing, did something happen?" Zui Yiming inquired.
She also knew that if her son had returned with Sui Zimo and Lin Caisang, it couldn't be for no reason.
