Uncle Wen returned to the Zhu's home late at night, and as soon as he got off the car, he saw Zhu Xiangxiang waiting for him at the garage door.
"Miss Zhu."
Zhu Xiangxiang glanced around: "Come with me."
The garden was quiet, and Zhu Xiangxiang asked, "How was it?"
Uncle Wen handed a USB flash drive to Zhu Xiangxiang: "The photos are all inside. Ms. Ming Jing has a senior sister named Ming Xin, who is about the same age and has been sick and secluded. I didn't see her in person. There are three junior sisters, two 9-year-old twins, and the youngest is 6. They usually rely on the villagers at the foot of the mountain for a living, besides that, there's nothing unusual."
"Thank you for your hard work, Uncle Wen."
"Let's not mention other things; that mountain was really hard to climb, high and steep, my old waist almost broke. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed that Ms. Ming Jing grew up in such a poor environment... it was too difficult..."