Mr. Fu, please stop being abusive. Madam has already signed the divorce papers.

Hearing this, Wen Liang's heart immediately hung up. He hung up the call immediately, slid his fingers across the screen, quickly opened the WeChat settings page, and found the "How to add me" in the friend permissions.

Wen Liang's brain went blank for a second.

All the options in it were turned off at some point.

You cannot search for her using her WeChat ID or mobile phone number, nor can you add her as a friend using group chat, QR code, or business card. Only existing contacts on WeChat can send her messages.

How is this going?

Wen Liang turned on the harassment blocking in the phone settings, and options such as "Block strange calls" and "Block unknown hidden numbers" were all turned on.

The settings are similar for text messages.

But these options were not set by her at all.

Someone had touched her phone.

The person on the other end of the phone hadn't heard Wen Liang's voice for a long time, and smiled, "Miss Wen, have you confirmed it?"

Wen Liang regained his consciousness and turned his attention back to the phone. "The previous question, where did you get those photos?"

"I took the photo myself," the man answered nonchalantly.

Wen Liang paused, "Where is that child now?"

As soon as the words fell, the man on the microphone suddenly laughed, "Hahahaha..."

Wen Liang felt puzzled and had a bad feeling in his heart, "What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing, I just think it's funny. Look at you, Miss Wen. You became an orphan, but luckily you were adopted by the Fu family. From then on, you lived a comfortable life with abundant property and no longer had to worry about money. I heard that when you went for a prenatal checkup, Fu Zheng sent a car of bodyguards and appointed the best obstetrician and gynecologist in his hospital to serve you. You were treated so grandly before you were even born."

"And Fu Zheng's daughter with another woman, who attends an expensive private kindergarten, is innocent and cute. You treat her like your own daughter, and your family lives a fairy-like life. But do you know what the life of the child you gave birth to is like now?"

Wen Liang remained silent.

The man laughed mockingly and continued, "He is not as lucky as you. He has been beaten and abused by his adoptive parents since he was a child. The five-year-old child is now almost like a three-year-old. He is so thin that he is malnourished. Now he has to go out to pick up trash every day, and he can only go home to eat after picking up trash at 10 o'clock in the evening."

"Once he was taken away by human traffickers, and was found by the police at the border of a neighboring state and sent back. However, his adoptive parents were dissatisfied with him for not picking up trash to exchange for money, so they beat him up. Whenever a neighbor felt sorry for him, his adoptive parents would become even more violent. To this day, he is still wearing autumn clothes, and his hands and face are covered with frostbite."

As the man spoke, Wen Liang's mind emerged with a thin and pitiful little boy. He was wearing thin clothes and was rummaging through a plastic bottle in a trash can in the cold wind. His exposed wrists were covered with purple scars.

Being so young, he wouldn't complain or hate others. He would only think that he must not have done well enough. If he could pick up a few more bottles, his parents would like him.

Since she became pregnant, she has become more emotional and cannot bear to see her child suffer.

Just thinking of such a scene made Wen Liang's heart ache.

How could someone be so mean to treat a child like this?

What's more, it was her own child.

It was like an invisible giant hand tightly grasped Wenliang's heart, making her feel chest pain, stagnation and shortness of breath.

The man continued, "Miss Wen? Are you feeling bad? Maybe you don't know, but he is also in Philadelphia. I remember you stayed in Philadelphia in the summer. Did you see a little boy picking up trash on the street? Maybe that was your son, hahahaha... When you were enjoying your life in Philadelphia, he was picking up trash on the street under the scorching sun."

"Don't say anymore..." Wen Liang closed his eyes, covered his chest, and took a deep breath, "Where is he now?"

"In the small town of Wilt in the suburbs. By the way, he is now suffering from severe anemia due to long-term malnutrition, and his intellectual development has also been affected. Tsk tsk, if it had been a step later, maybe... By the way, Miss Wen, don't you want to know who caused all this?"

"who is it?"

"Fu Qingyue, that's the grandson of the woman she hates the most. How could Fu Qingyue let him have a good ending?"

"who are you?"

"I used to be Fu Qingyue's subordinate, but now she is missing. Fu Zheng's people are looking for her everywhere, and I have to find a way out for myself."

"Fu Qingyue is missing?"

"Yeah, Fu Zheng wanted to put her in a mental hospital, but she ran away. Don't you know?"

"..."

The man smiled and said, "I have said everything I should say. Goodbye, Miss Wen. If I am caught by Fu Zheng, I hope you can plead for me because I told you the truth."

After saying that, the man handed the phone to Yunqiao.

"Miss Wen?"

Yunqiao, who had heard everything nearby, called out tentatively but received no response from Wenliang.

He checked the screen to make sure the call was not disconnected, and called out again, "Miss Wen?"

Still no one answered.

Thinking about everything he had just heard, Yunqiao hung up the phone silently.

Miss Wen probably wasn't in the mood to pay attention to him right now.

After this phone call, Wen Liang's thoughts became more confused, and his heart was filled with complex and bitter emotions.

As soon as she closed her eyes, she felt a headache, her head was buzzing, and her heart was beating wildly.

Fu Zheng wanted to put Fu Qingyue in a mental hospital, but Fu Qingyue escaped? When did this happen? Why did Fu Zheng never tell her about it?

Fu Qingyue hated Huo Dongcheng and his mother so much that after finding out that she was pregnant with Huo Dongcheng's child, she tried every means to take the child away?

Doesn’t Huo Dongcheng know about the child’s existence?

Questions popped up one by one. Wen Liang rubbed his temples and took a deep breath.

She didn't know whether she should believe what the man said.

She glanced at the phone in her hand and found that the call had been hung up, and suddenly thought of the original problem - someone had touched her phone.

Wen Liang opened her phone and looked through it. Just last month, the studio hired a new photographer, and the new employee took the initiative to add her WeChat. Everything was normal at that time.

From last month to now, the only people who have access to her mobile phone are her aunt and Fu Zheng.

Wen Liang frowned, thinking of his computer that had been sent for repair and had not yet been returned.

Since the man had tried WeChat, phone calls and messages, he also tried sending photos to her via email.

Thinking of this, Wen Liang quickly opened his phone, downloaded the mobile email app, and logged into his account.

wrong password.

When Wen Liang saw the prompt, she was surprised, and at the same time she confirmed that Fu Zheng had turned off the connection between her phone and unknown numbers, and used her phone to change the password of her email.

Why did he do this?

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