I listened to my sister's words today.

The picture became blurry again, and the lens seemed to be covered with a layer of dust. The low breathing and the sound of metal friction coming from the ears made people shudder.

When the image became clear again, the girl in the dog cage had been roughly pulled out by her hair.

Her thin body was like a dead leaf blown by the wind, powerless to resist.

Her face was covered with mud and tears, and there was even a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth.

She struggled hard, her nails scraping against the floor, making a harsh friction sound, but she was still pressed hard against the wooden board.

The man's fingers were as thick as iron pliers, and he gripped the girl's neck tightly. His eyes revealed a fanatical excitement, as if he had foreseen the atrocities that were to follow.

On the side, several people formed a circle, their eyes were as greedy as hungry wolves, and their turbid breath sprayed in the humid air.

The big man closest to him began to unbutton his clothes, his thick fingers looking impatient.

Their laughter, mixed with obscene words, was like a saw slowly cutting away the girl's last hope.

The girl's cries had become hoarse, replaced by whimpers from deep in her throat, like a dying lamb.

At this moment, a huge roar sounded - "Bang!" The iron gate was slammed open, and a large number of police rushed in like a tide, with batons and shields in their hands flashing cold light.

It shocked everyone instantly.

The faces of the men surrounding the girl suddenly changed. Some tried to run away but were quickly subdued by the police. Some raised their hands and knelt down to beg for mercy.

The scene was in chaos. The girl lay on the wooden board, trembling weakly, her eyes empty and numb.

The scene ends abruptly here.

Jiang Ling sat aside, holding the document bag stiffly in both hands. Her fingertips turned white from the exertion, and one could even see the slightly protruding blue veins.

His face seemed calm, but his deep eyes were already filled with a violent storm, like a dark sea that was about to swallow everything.

He stared down at the file bag in his hand, the strength of his knuckles almost breaking it, but he never let go.

The room was dead silent, with only the faint breathing sounds of the Yun couple.

They looked dazed and their faces were as pale as paper. It was obvious that they had not yet recovered from the shock they had just experienced.

However, Jiang Ling didn't even glance at them. With a cold face, he pulled out another document from the file bag. His movements were slow but revealed a sense of oppression.

Without any unnecessary pause, he began to read to himself:

"According to the investigation, the person who stole the newborn baby is from your Yun family."

The voice was as cold as the chill coming out of an ice cave, and every word hit the Yun couple's hearts hard.

"The purpose is to enable their children to receive education as quickly as possible and then be trained to become the next generation's successors."

Hearing this, Yunmu's body trembled suddenly and a sob came from her throat.

Jiang Ling's words were like a knife, stripping away their pretended calmness.

He turned and stared at Luo's mother, his eyes so cold that they seemed to freeze people: "That person took the bracelet from your hand and put it in the baby's bedding."

There was no fluctuation in his tone, but every word pierced Luo Mu's ears like a sharp needle.

Father Yun's hands began to tremble violently. He suppressed the fear in his heart and took the other document handed to him by Jiang Ling.

The moment his eyes fell on the document, his face suddenly turned pale, his lips began to tremble, and finally he seemed to have lost all his strength and slumped in the chair.

He murmured hoarsely: "Yun Mingcheng...it's him..."

The information on the document was so detailed that it was chilling, and every word hit Yun's father like a hammer.

He was very familiar with the face in the photo. It was his nephew, Yun Mingcheng!

The scene of that year flashed through Yun's father's mind like a movie - the family really did not have a suitable successor.

But he didn't expect that the real mastermind behind the scenes was his own second brother!

"Back then, my second brother...actually stole the child..." Father Yun's voice was trembling and painful, as if he wanted to spit out the regret that had accumulated for many years.

"He wanted his child to be born early so that he would be qualified to take over the family!"

His hands gripped the document so tightly that his nails dug into the paper, nearly tearing it.

Jiang Ling glanced coldly at the Yun couple, but without any sympathy in her eyes.

"That stolen child lost everything that should have belonged to her from the moment she was born – a family, safety, and even her dignity as a human being."

Every word he said cut through the air like a knife. Yunmu finally couldn't help sobbing and collapsed on the sofa, covering her face with her hands, tears dripping through her fingers.

She tried to say something, but her throat seemed to be blocked and she could only make vague whimpers.

Father Yun stared at the document in his hand, as if the words had the power to devour one's soul.

Regret and fear were intertwined in his eyes, and his hands holding the documents were shaking so much that he could hardly hold them.

He took a deep breath, raised his head, and said in a dry and painful voice: "Boss Jiang...we really didn't know...he actually..."

"Does it make sense to say this now?"

Jiang Ling interrupted him coldly, without a trace of emotion in her eyes, "Whether you know it or not, all this has already happened.

and--"

He paused, as if to emphasize his words, "This wasn't the only time more than 20 years ago."

Yunmu suddenly raised her head, her lips trembling as she tried to refute, but Jiang Ling didn't give her a chance.

"You really don't know."

Jiang Ling raised the corner of his mouth in a half-smile, but that smile made people feel like they were falling into an icy cave.

"After all, you never have to do these things yourself, do you?"

"Anyway, there are always people willing to clean up those 'irrelevant' people for you for money and power."

Her words pierced through the Yun couple's last line of defense like a sharp knife.

"Impossible...it can't be like this..."

"You think those kids just 'accidentally disappeared'?"

There was ruthless sarcasm in Jiang Ling's voice.

"Do you really have no idea how much 'human resources' your 'family business' acquires around the world every year?"

"Or did you choose to turn a blind eye?"

Yunmu's crying gradually became hysterical. She threw herself on Yun's father and grabbed his arm tightly, as if she was grabbing the last straw.

"We really don't know! We really don't know! If... if we had known earlier that it was... him who did this, we would have stopped him!"

Jiang Ling sneered, his tone icy: "Stop it? Do you really have the courage?"

"He dares to act so recklessly because he relies on the corrupt system behind the Yun family."

"In other words—without your Yun family, this kind of thing would never have happened."

The air in the room seemed to be frozen, Yunmu's crying stopped abruptly, and Yun's father sat stiffly in the chair, seemingly unable to think.

Jiang Ling's gaze fell on the corner of the wall. There was an old clock there, and the ticking sound was particularly clear in the silent room.