For the people of the Dong Family, although they met Dong Wenming and his wife and also encountered the somewhat mentally challenged Dong Ruoqiu, they didn't interact much and couldn't truly form an opinion, let alone the presence of the dangerous Yang Baiyue in that household.
Four or five months had passed since Dong Wenming left to return home, and there was no news of how things were going there.
Just when Yang Ruxin had been thinking about this matter for a few days, someone from the Dong Family unexpectedly paid a visit, but it wasn't Dong Wenming; it was Dong Hang himself, accompanied by an elderly woman with snow-white hair.
"Are you the elder cousin, miss?" Ling Family gazed at Yang Ruxin, her eyes brimming with tears, "You look so much like her... truly so similar..."
"Who are you?" Yang Ruxin frowned.
