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"A while ago, I asked my students to help me check the information of the hospital again, and I really found something."

"Really?" Li Xiangyun said excitedly, "That's really great!"

Lao Liang continued, "According to the hospital's reception record, in the second year after Chen Xiao abandoned Yueyue, she came to the hospital again and asked about the child's condition."

"And then?" Li Xiangyun asked impatiently.

Lao Liang continued, "At that time, the child was adopted by you and Lao An, and he was no longer in the hospital. The nurse at the front desk probably didn't know about the child's condition, so Chen Xiao left without asking anything."

"Gone?" Li Xiangyun's heart sank again, "Then what happened afterwards? Has she been to the hospital yet?"

"No, the hospital has no information about her visit since then." Lao Liang sighed, "But when she came to the hospital, she registered her information at the front desk, and there was a phone number in the contact information column. It’s just that so many years have passed, I don’t know if this number is still useful.”

Li Xiangyun was so excited that tears were about to fall, "Brother Liang, please send me your phone number, I'll get in touch and have a look."

"Okay, I'll send it to you right away." Lao Liang hung up the phone and immediately sent a photo to Li Xiangyun.

In the photo is an old and yellowed front desk registration form.

In the registration information, there is a column of handwriting that is particularly beautiful and neat.

Li Xiangyun stared blankly at the line of information, his hands holding the phone trembled uncontrollably.

She hurried to her room, and said excitedly to the black and white photo of An Yiming on the table, "Lao An, I found it! Yue Yue's mother was found!"

As she spoke, she began to cry, "Lao An, you must bless Yue Yue's biological parents are still alive, and you must bless me to help Yue Yue find her biological parents!"

She sat at the table, held the photo in her arms, and cried, "If I can help Yueyue find her biological parents, if her biological parents love her as much as we do, then I can rest assured that I can Feel free to find you."

She took out her mobile phone tremblingly, opened the photo sent by Lao Liang, held it up to the portrait and said, "Old An, bless me to get through this call, and bless me to contact Chen Xiao!"

After finishing speaking, she wiped away the tears all over her face with a tissue. After calming down, she tremblingly pressed the dial button on the phone number in the photo.

Every second of the phone call seems to have passed as long as a century.

Li Xiangyun's heart was about to jump out, she seemed to hear an elegant woman on the opposite side answering the phone softly.

"Hello, the phone you dialed has been turned off." A mechanical female voice reached my ears.

The phone in Li Xiangyun's hand almost slipped to the ground.

The phone number still doesn't work.

Chen Xiao, is he still alive?

The designer competition happens to be on November [-]st.

At this time in Beijing, it has entered late autumn, and many people are wrapped in thick coats. The leaves on both sides of the street are golden and scattered all over the place with the autumn wind.

An Xiaoyue hurriedly drank a glass of milk, took the drawing tools and went downstairs.

As soon as An Xiaoyue came out of the gate, she saw Ji Huai's car was already waiting, she smiled brightly at him, "Brother Ji Huai, good morning."

"Morning." Brother Ji Huai saw that she was only wearing a white sweater, and asked with concern, "Isn't it cold if you wear so little?"

"It's not cold." An Xiaoyue smiled and got into the car.

Ji Huai turned on the heater, saw that she didn't look like she was going to a competition at all, and asked, "Xiaoyue, aren't you nervous?"

An Xiaoyue smiled slightly, "I've been preparing for this day for a long time. It would be a lie not to be nervous, but I'm more excited than nervous."

"That's great." Ji Huai said with a smile, "I remember that you had such a mentality when you were in school, and the professor often praised you, saying that it's no wonder that you didn't win an award with such a mentality."

An Xiaoyue lowered her head and smiled, "It's been many years, you still remember."

"I have a better memory." Ji Huai smiled softly.

He remembered everything about her.

About 10 minutes later, the car stopped on the side of the road.

Just as An Xiaoyue was about to unbuckle her seat belt and get out of the car, Ji Huai suddenly grabbed her arm, "Xiaoyue, come on for the race."

This sentence, cheer for the competition, seems to have returned to the time when she often went out to compete in college.

At that time, Ji Huai and Yunyun would always cheer her on and were full of confidence in her.

She smiled slowly, "I will work hard!"

Get out of the car and go straight to the competition hall.

Many people have already entered the field one after another at the gate. The gold content of this competition is too high, so many young designers from all over the world will seize this emerging opportunity to participate in the competition in order to prove themselves.

When An Xiaoyue was about to enter the arena, she suddenly saw a familiar figure not far away.

It's He Jia.

An Xiaoyue smiled, walked over to greet her and said, "Long time no see, Sister He Jia."

He Jia was slightly taken aback when he heard the familiar voice, then turned to look at An Xiaoyue, "Are you also participating?"

An Xiaoyue smiled softly, "Are you surprised that I came to participate? You are here, how can I not come?"

He Jia raised his chin and snorted coldly, "So eager to prove yourself?"

An Xiaoyue said without hesitation, "Of course, otherwise, if someone plagiarizes me, an unknown junior, I will be speechless with my mouth full."

As soon as she mentioned plagiarism, He Jia's complexion immediately sank, "An Xiaoyue, do you really think that you can win this award with your ability? Do you know how many great masters are here today? You are too kind to yourself." Be confident!"

Seeing her angry look, An Xiaoyue was not annoyed, and continued to smile and said, "I am very confident in my own work, even if I lose, I will be convinced. Unlike some people, I need to rely on Plagiarize to prove yourself!"

He Jia stared at her angrily, his face flushed with anger.

An Xiaoyue asked intentionally, "Today is such a big occasion, such an important game, there are surveillance and security everywhere, has Miss He Jia thought about how to copy it?"

"You!" He Jia was so angry that she subconsciously wanted to slap An Xiaoyue, but An Xiaoyue stopped her with sharp eyes and quick hands.

An Xiaoyue held her wrist tightly, and said with a light smile, "I'll give you that sentence, you won't get far by plagiarism. A real designer must rely on his own work to speak!"

"Also!" An Xiaoyue stared at her and sneered, "Don't think that I don't know that you took Tang Siyin's money to do things for her. You'd better restrain yourself! If I expose this matter, you're afraid that you will be in the future." It is difficult for the design industry to gain a foothold!"

An Xiaoyue let go of her hand vigorously, then glanced at her contemptuously, sneered and entered the arena without looking back.

He Jia looked at her back and stood where she was, with cold sweat on her palms.