Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

   "Evidence?" Zhang Yue'e was stunned.

   Seeing her reaction, Su Haitang, who was familiar with grandma's temperament, was also stunned.

  Isn't the milk really trying to cover up a bad reputation, pulling out a bed of brocade to fool outsiders? Is she really Liu Lancui's biological child?

How is this possible!

   "What evidence, you're talking about it." Su Haitang was anxious, but she didn't care to be angry with Cheng Yuanzheng, and urged him anxiously.

  Really, what kind of appetite does this make! Is this man incompatible with her, born to be aggressive?

   Cheng Yuanzheng frowned slightly, then stretched it out, took out a letter from his jacket pocket and handed it over.

   "Someone sent this anonymous letter, everything is clearly stated, it is all right, it can't be fake, right?"

  Su Haitang grabbed the letter and glanced at the torn envelope, without reading the address and name of the recipient, she just took out the letter inside and looked at it.

   She still didn't lose her mind completely. When the snow-white stationery was halfway drawn out, Su Haitang paused and added the late question: "Can I read it?"

   Cheng Yuanzheng made an indulgent gesture, his eyes full of smiles.

   He knew that the girl he liked would not be a rash person with no manners and no rules.

   As expected of the granddaughter of the old chief, even if she was raised in a den of tigers and wolves, her upbringing and intelligence would not be lost.

   "Written what?"

   Zhang Yuee was not literate enough and asked anxiously.

  Su Haitang swept through the clumsy handwriting that was less than half a page with one glance and ten lines, and exhaled slightly, the wrinkles between her brows were lighter, but she still did not fully stretch.

   She glanced at the anxious-faced Nanny, looked at the letter with no head and no end, and made a brief summary in her mouth.

   "The letter said that I knew that the He family lost a daughter eighteen years ago. Liu Lancui was also giving birth to a baby in the same hospital at the time. The baby was a boy. The boy was valuable and was exchanged by the traffickers with the little daughter of the He family."

  Su Haitang's face was full of complicated colors.

  If what the letter says is true, she has been raising the baby boy of the Su family for 18 years in the Su family's house, which is a great support. Even if Liu Lancui treated her badly, it was justified.

   But is it really such a coincidence?

  Liu Lancui was rumored to be insane, so this letter came out. No matter how you look at it, it seems to be a whitewash for Liu Lancui.

   Wouldn't it be Su Haiyan's trick?

   Su Haitang hesitated, and read the letter back and forth several times.

   She really wanted someone to tell her that Liu Lancui was not her own mother; it seemed that she would be able to let go of the unwillingness and the last unworthy death in her previous life, and find an excuse for her ignorance, ignorance, filial piety and confusion.

   Now the excuse is really coming to her door, she wants to believe it, but she can't believe it.

   This letter is so timely! The content of what she wrote was even more in line with her mind, as if she could see through her internal organs!

   God would suddenly be so kind and make her wish come true?

   Su Haitang, who had just stumbled over a big somersault, instinctively doubted the authenticity of the letter.

  Su Haitang held the thin letter paper and touched her empty left wrist, which was actually wearing a silver bracelet in a place that no one else could see.

   The root of life-saving is still there, more reliable than the ethereal God.

  Su Haitang calmed down.

   "What did the hospital say?"

  Su Haitang heard her calm voice, but she didn't dare to look into the eyes of the nurse with a guilty conscience.

   Someone's own grandson was kidnapped, and the news has been unknown for 18 years. She is a fake who is dove in a magpie's nest, no matter how innocent she is, it is wrong!

  Su Haitang doubted the origin of this letter once again.

  I don’t write early or late. Eighteen years have passed peacefully, and now I have revealed the old secrets, and I have changed the handwriting in a hidden way. I don’t even dare to leave the name.