The poor husband I picked up turned out to be from a wealthy family

At this time, the old woman looked up at her with a slight smile on her face, "Thank you so much, little girl! When I find my son, I will definitely ask him to return the money to you!"

"Auntie, no thanks, it's just a bowl of noodles."

"Girl, please leave me your contact information! When I find my son, I will ask him to contact you!" said the middle-aged woman.

"It's really not necessary, Auntie." Shen Qing said.

"How can that be? I can't take advantage of you." The woman handed the bracelet she had just taken off to Shen Qing, "Miss, how about I give this to you first, and then you can give me this bracelet when I pay you back."

Shen Qing waved her hands quickly, "Auntie, consider this meal as my treat. Just go and look for your son with peace of mind!"

The woman narrowed her eyes and sighed deeply, "I don't know where my son is. I only know that he works for a big company in Kyoto. Calling him is a matter of luck, and most of the time I can't get through!"

At this time, Shen Qing's face improved. She looked at the woman with sympathy and said, "Auntie, let's sit over there and talk."

The old woman followed Shen Qing and Wang Youyou and sat down again.

"Auntie, do you know the name of your son's company?"

The woman shook her head. "He never told me. He wouldn't tell me when I asked him."

Shen Qing looked clearly at the woman's thin face, which showed a disappointed expression.

"Auntie, why did you suddenly come here to look for your son? Is there something wrong?"

The old woman lamented, "My husband is in poor health and takes medication year-round, which is very expensive. I just paid the down payment for my son's house here a few years ago, and I don't have much money left. He promised to send us money every month, but he never did. Now we can't make ends meet, so we came to him!"

Shen Qing's sympathetic eyes were filled with hatred, "Auntie, how could your son do this?"

"No matter what, he is our child. We spoiled him since he was young," said the old woman.

Shen Qing said, "Auntie, you don't know where your son works, and you don't know where he lives. Looking for him is like looking for a needle in a haystack!"

"I know it's hard to find him, but what if I run into him? Then my trip won't be in vain."

Shen Qing paused and said, "Auntie, do you know your son's name? You can seek help from the police."

"My son's name is Xiaofeng."

When Shen Qing heard the word "Feng", her heart seemed to be pulled.

Because the person who betrayed him also had this character in his name.

"Auntie, how about this! I'll take you to the police station! If you need any help, just tell the police directly." Shen Qing said.

"This is too troublesome!"

"It's okay. Otherwise, you'll have no money left. Where will you go at night? The police are here to serve us. If you have any problems, you can turn to them."

The old woman paused, "Okay then!"

"By the way, Auntie, please tell me your son's cell phone number! I'll try calling a few more numbers for you to see if I can get through."

"Yes! Yes!" The old woman rummaged through her bag and suddenly pulled out a small notebook with people's names and phone numbers densely written on it.

This is probably the phone book of the older generation.

The first contact person written down was Xiaofeng. When Shen Qing saw his phone number, her brows furrowed slightly.

Does this phone number look familiar?

Shen Qing thought about it.

Is this Qin Feng’s cell phone number?

The Xiaofeng that Auntie is talking about is Qin Feng?

Could it be that Auntie is Qin Feng’s mother?

But Qin Feng said his parents are abroad!

Shen Qing's brain seemed to be about to explode...