Ling Yongan stood up, his thoughts churning. This outcome was expected, yet he hadn't anticipated it would arrive so swiftly. After searching for thirty years, there was suddenly news; he was both shocked and elated, yet his heart ached.
Struggling to contain his emotions, he asked, "Where are they now? Who's Niannian's father?"
Ling Yichen said a name indifferently, "Si Zhendong!"
"Si Zhendong?" Ling Yongan felt a sour sweetness in his throat and forcibly swallowed it. "So, it was him who took Yingying away."
"Dad, did you know Uncle Si before?"
Ling Yichen speculated about the relationship between his father and Niannian's parents, wondering if there was some kind of grudge or love-hate relationship among the three of them.
"I should've thought of him," Ling Yongan muttered as he sat back on the couch, pressing his forehead. "The Si family has always harbored ill intentions towards Yingying."