Shen Jun Ze returned to his room, his expression still grim. The mere thought of being deceived by Lu Jincai for so many years filled his heart with hatred. His uncle was indeed a master of deceit.
The next morning, when Lu Yaqin got up, she didn't see Shen Jun Ze. The bed was neatly made, looking as if no one had slept in it. She didn't know where Shen Jun Ze had gone and when she called him, his phone was switched off.
A vague unease filled Lu Yaqin's heart. She called Lu Jincai, "Brother, have you seen Jun Ze?"
Lu Jincai was still asleep and was woken up by the call, quite annoyed, he said sharply, "That's your son, not mine. How would I know where he is?" With that, he hung up with a snap.
Lu Yaqin was filled with bitterness.
Meanwhile, Shen Jun Ze was in the cemetery. He had barely slept the previous night. Every time he thought about Lu Jincai, he gritted his teeth in anger, wishing he could tear the man into pieces.
