Hong Kong is in full swing

Yu Wan gestured for her to sit down, and she sat down quietly and obediently.

She leaned slightly against the bench, looking relaxed.

Yu Wan took out a box of small biscuits from the side and handed it to her. It was a box of small biscuits with exquisite packaging, exuding a faint milky aroma.

An Jing took a bite in surprise, her eyes immediately lit up and her face became even redder, "It's delicious!"

Her mouth was full of cookies and her words were a little slurred.

Yu Wan chuckled. Baogui's cooking skills were average, but she was the best at baking cookies.

She knew that this pair of children had an indescribable charm, as if they had magic that could capture the hearts of children.

It's perfect for coaxing children.

Yu Wan thought silently in her heart, with a gentle smile still on her face.

The weather is very warm today, with a gentle breeze blowing, and the sunshine on our bodies makes us feel particularly comfortable.

This warm feeling seems to penetrate the soul and make people feel happy.

Yu Wan looked at An Jing and found that she was enjoying the delicious cookies with her head down.

An Jing turned around and smiled back. That smile was pure and flawless, as bright as the rising sun.

Yu Wan handed her a tissue, her movements natural and considerate.

This tissue is white and soft, with some elegant prints on it.

"Thank you, boss."

An Jing took the tissue and said gratefully, her voice sweet and sincere.

Yu Wan stared at her for a moment and then said, "Quiet."

"what happened?"

An Jing looked at Yu Wan doubtfully, curiosity in her eyes.

"Do you know Anton?"

Yu Wan asked, her tone calm but with a hint of inquiry.

An Jing was stunned, the smile on her face froze, and she slowly turned her head, "Boss?"

A complex look flashed in her eyes, as if confusion and uneasiness were intertwined.

"That's the ghost hand, Anton."

Yu Wan's voice was still calm, but her words were like a knife, gently cutting through the quiet heartstrings.

An Jing's hands trembled slightly, "I... I..."

Her tone was broken and she was obviously panicked.

Yu Wan stared at her and slowly asked, "You spoke for me on the plane on purpose, right?"

There was a hint of uncertainty and doubt in her voice.

An Jing's eyes turned red in an instant, as if tears were about to burst out in the next second. She looked very helpless and sad.

Seeing her appearance, Yu Wan couldn't help but sigh and asked softly, "Why are you crying?"

The words were full of tenderness and care.

Then, she handed An Jing a tissue and tried to comfort her, "You didn't hurt me."

There was a hint of concern in her eyes.

Then, Yu Wan's words became a little harsher, as if she wanted to find out the other party's true intentions, "Are you planning to harm me?"

"No, I won't hurt you."

An Jing firmly denied the statement, but her emotions were obviously not stabilized by this sentence.

At this moment, big tears began to slide down her quiet cheeks, and every trace recorded the pain deep in her heart.

"I didn't mean to harm you. I just wanted to find an opportunity to get close to you, then try to break into Hong Kong's upper class society and find my brother."

She spoke these words with a choked but resolute voice.

Upon hearing this, Yu Wan immediately inquired about the specific situation of An Jing's brother, "Is An Xin still in Hong Kong Island?"

Behind this question lies her desire for the truth.

He stared at the other person with quiet eyes, gritted his teeth as if he had made some kind of determination and said, "He must be there."

Then he added his thoughts, "I think the fake of 'Serving the Plum Blossoms' might be his work."

After hearing these words, a chill ran down her spine to the top of her head. Yu Wan felt as if she was shrouded in an invisible fear. She realized that this matter might be much more complicated than she had expected.

At that moment, she remembered what Gu Dajun had said to her that day: 'Ghost Hand Anton has a son and a daughter, one is good at making forgeries, and the other is good at identifying fakes.

'And the following speculation,' The one who can identify the fake is already by your side, so the one who forged it is very likely the person you are looking for.

'

In order to verify her guess, Yu Wan asked again: "Are you sure?"

An Jing gave a very affirmative answer, "Definitely."

She then went on to explain, "In all of China, apart from my family, no other family can match our An family's level of forgery skills."

These words fully demonstrate An Jing's absolute confidence in her own abilities.

Then, An Jing mentioned the disappearance of her brother. "An Xin has been missing for a full six months. I have tried every possible way to find him, but it's as if he suddenly disappeared from the face of the earth. There is no trace of him at all."

She paused, her eyes filled with curiosity and anticipation for the unknown answer. "Tell me, if someone isn't deliberately trying to hide his existence, what other reasons could explain this result?"

In order to make her point more convincing, An Jing emphasized again: "On the surface, An Xin is just an ordinary high school student. What is so special about him that makes someone hide him at all costs?"

Finally, An Jing came to a conclusion and stated the key fact in an almost trembling voice, "The only reasonable explanation is that he is the son of Ghost Hand Anton."

At this point, she tightly gripped the milk tea cup in her hand, trying to control her arms, which were shaking slightly with excitement. She added, "Anton, my father, tragically lost one of his hands twenty years ago, but the unique skills he mastered didn't disappear. Instead, they were passed down—the artistic talent inherited from his ancestors continues to flourish in him."

"Every generation has its own cause and effect."

"An Jingxin must have been taken away to commit a fraud."

After hearing this, Yu Wan fell silent.

Mr. Huo is right.

An Jing had indeed chosen to step into this storm.

"What do your parents think?"

An Jing lowered her head and said, "The An family's situation is quite special. They don't want me to get involved, for fear that I might be in danger."

"They said finding people was the police's job and told me to go back to school."

"But I know my brother is missing. They're more anxious than anyone else. They've tried everything. They've pretty much just... accepted their fate..."

“But I can’t do it!”

An Jing's fingers dug fiercely into her palms. "We grew up together as siblings, and we're so connected. My intuition tells me, 'An Jing, I must find him, or I'll never be at peace in this life!' I'm still young, and I don't want to live with regrets. I must find him, and I will do it."

"No matter if the road ahead is a mountain of swords or a sea of ​​fire, no matter if it is windy or sun-bathing, even if it costs everything."

"I must too."

"find him!"