Chapter 993 Don't Tell Me You Care About Them?

Hearing this, Jiang Li did not say anything, but thought alone.

Staring at her child for no reason was not a big deal, but Jiang Li felt uncomfortable for no reason. Her beautiful eyebrows were slightly frowned, and the arm holding Minghan tightened a little involuntarily. Then she looked at her little daughter sitting in Luo Yanqing's arms and her eldest son Mingrui sitting in the seat next to her. Seeing that the three children looked normal, she felt relieved.

And Feng Lu was still standing by the telephone pole. She watched the bus that Jiang Li's family took go away, and she did not retract her angry and hateful eyes.

After a long time, Feng Lu looked ugly, pursed her lips and walked across the street, got on the bus she took when she came, and returned to the university.

Opening the door, she walked into the room and closed the door casually.

Along the way, Feng Lu recalled the scene she had seen before, confirming over and over again... She would never make a mistake. Even if she hadn't seen what the three Mingrui looked like, Luo Yanqing's temperament and face were too recognizable. Even after not seeing each other for many years, he was still exactly the same as when she married him.

Yes, Luo Yanqing did not wear a mask when he went out today, so his appearance was completely exposed. In addition, he, Jiang Li, and the three Mingruis looked like a family. In Feng Lu's eyes, it was not difficult to guess what she wanted to guess.

For example, the relationship between Jiang Li and Luo Yanqing, and the relationship between the three Mingruis and Luo Yanqing. Feng Lu even thought that the little Luo En held in Luo Yanqing's arms was the child of Luo Yanqing and Jiang Li, his second wife.

Sitting on the sofa, Feng Lu's face changed again and again, and finally she stood up and went to the school clinic.

Just because there was a landline in the school clinic, and her job was there.

With the key on her, Feng Lu entered the infirmary smoothly. She walked straight to the desk, picked up the landline phone and dialed a number without thinking.

"Hello..."

Hearing that the voice coming from the microphone was not the person she was looking for, Feng Lu's tone suddenly became not very good: "Let my dad answer the phone."

A moment later, someone else was on the other end of the phone.

"Dad... it's me..."

Before she could finish two words, Feng Lu's eyes burst into tears, she clenched the microphone: "Dad, I miss you so much..."

However, no sound came out of the microphone for a long time.

Feng Lu's tears stopped and she asked, "Dad, are you still blaming me? But I just like someone too much. I don't think I did anything wrong back then. Dad, you are my real dad. You supported me back then. You don't think I was wrong now, do you?"

"You called home after so many years. Have you forgotten what I said back then?"

"No... No, but I am your daughter!"

"When you gave up everything and made that decision, my daughter was already dead. You knew about this, and you signed the written agreement yourself that day. The family even issued a death certificate. I cancelled your household registration file. Now, after so many years, you suddenly called home. Why? "

"I... I saw him in Shanghai..."

"Which one?"

"Luo Yanqing, I saw Luo Yanqing! Dad, when did he remarry?"

"Why are you asking this?"

"I want to know, Dad, just tell me!"

"It's been almost three years since you left."

"..."

Feng Lu was silent for a while, and asked: "Have the three children I left behind lived well these years?"

"Don't tell me you care about them? If you really care, would you have made such a decision back then?"