The women's prison in Dragon City is built on the cliff of the westernmost island, surrounded by mountains and the terrain is dangerous.

At this time, the prison gate.

A small door opened, and a thin old woman walked out of the prison city with a limp.

The wind is cold and the snow is falling.

It was too cold, and the old woman tightened her old linen coat before looking up at a black sedan parked in the distance.

A flash of joy flashed in his eyes, and he subconsciously accelerated his pace and ran over.

The driver who was guarding the side looked disgusted and defensive when he saw the lame old woman running over.

Yu Moxi didn't care about the driver's eyes, she had seen them too much since that incident more than thirty years ago.

She looked at the closed car door, couldn't help but step forward and patted the car door, and her hoarse voice spoke anxiously; "Ah Yan, is that you? Are you here to pick me up? Have you found my son's whereabouts? ”

The driver raised his hand and threw Yu Moxi out directly, and said sharply with a disgusted face; "Madame's car is also something that your wife can beat at will? Can you afford to break it?! ”

Yu Moxi was hit by this, and only felt that the bones in his body were falling apart, and he couldn't get up for a long time; "I'm Ah Yan's sister."

When the driver heard this, his face was full of mocking disgust, and he snorted coldly; "Sister? You old woman don't open your eyes to see what is the identity of our wife, and what is your identity......"

"Alright."

At this time, the car door opened, and an elegantly dressed lady slowly got out of the car.

"Ma'am." The driver stood respectfully aside.

"Drive away and come back to pick me up in half an hour." Yu Moyan said to the driver.

"Yes." The driver quickly drove away.

"Ah Yan?" Yu Moxi looked at the luxurious and beautiful woman in front of her, a little uncertain.

I haven't seen each other for thirty years, and the sisters who are obviously only one year old, one is now a noble and elegant lady, and the other is a woman who is as old as an old woman, as if she is a person of two lifetimes.

"Sister, I'm Ah Yan." Yu Moyan smiled slightly and stepped forward to help her up.

Yu Moxi leaned on her and reluctantly got up, and asked anxiously; "Ah Yan, after so many years, have you found my son's whereabouts?"

More than 30 years ago, she went to prison for this sister, and she promised that she would help her find her son.

"Found it." Yu Moyan supported her and slowly walked towards the downhill covered by heavy snow.

"Really? So where is he now? Is he coming? Yu Moxi was pleasantly surprised, and nervously grabbed her delicate hand.

A trace of disgust flashed in Yu Moyan's eyes, but she maintained that noble smile on her face, "Of course it's true, but it's a pity that he can't come anymore." ”

"Can't come? Could it be that he is very busy with work? ”

"Hehe, he's been dead for thirty years, how can you say he can come, isn't it Sister?"

Dead for thirty years?

Yu Moxi's eyes widened for a moment, and she looked at her stiffly; "What do you say......"

Yu Moyan raised her chin slightly, a cold and vicious hatred was relieved in her eyes, and her voice was sharp and cold; "That fire thirty years ago not only burned the Chen family, but also burned your stupid son, I say this, you understand."

Yu Moxi's eyes widened violently, and the hope on his face quickly covered with desperate pain.

But before she could calm down, Yu Moyan's hand was on Yu Moxi's shoulder, her fingers pressed her shoulder, and the corners of her lips were torn apart and sneered: "Ah sister, it's painful, right?" Let me tell you one more thing, Brother Bai Lin is dead. ”