After further investigation, Ling Ziyue realized that his mother had been suffering from illness.

But she was so strong that she never spoke in order to prevent her father and herself from worrying.

Who would have thought that this consideration would be replaced by complete betrayal.

It's just that this female college student, it is said that her fate was not good, she suddenly disappeared, and she was probably killed secretly.

According to rumors, she has been taking a little boy with her, and this child is none other than Zhou Ziqi, the biggest fish who has been hiding in the Ling family.

Zhou Ziqi?

Ling Ziyue couldn't help but sneer.

I am so stupid.

The naming method is the same, what’s more, the female college student’s real name was Zhou.

Han Yang's room is very clean.

Not the cleanliness of the furniture.

There were only a few things left there, all alone, with nothing to show for them.

Except for a set of professional computers that he reassembled himself, he didn't even have a few pieces of clothing.

It doesn't look like there are many traces of life.

Therefore, for such people, the only yellowed photo on the computer desk that is carefully collected in a special photo frame becomes the focus of attention.

Ling Ziyue couldn't help but pick it up and look at it carefully.

In the photo, there are three children of similar ages, arms around each other, smiling happily at the camera.

Only the girl in the middle of the photo has medium-long hair, eyebrow-length bangs, head held high, eyes squinted, and a forced smile. She already has a melancholic temperament that is not for her age group and is full of worries.

The boy on the left is obviously slightly shorter and younger, with bright amber eyes.

The boy on the right is the tallest, but it can be seen that in order to accommodate the girl, he deliberately did not stand up straight, and also did not look seriously at the camera, but glanced at the girl aside.

Childhood sweethearts, childhood sweethearts?

This photo made Ling Ziyue feel irritated when these two idioms suddenly popped up in his mind.

He could guess that this treasured photo was a childhood souvenir of Bai Chuchu and Bai Chuyang.

But who is this boy?

He decided to take the picture frame apart.

Sure enough, after taking out the photo, there were crooked and childish fonts on the back of the photo: My dearest sister Bai Chuchu and my most stinky friend Yan Luo.

Yan Luo?

I didn't expect this name to appear here.

Ji Feiyu knew Bai Chuchu in his early years, so it makes sense that his cousin knew the two siblings.

He stared at the photo in a daze.

Looking at the boy turning his head in this photo, he was a little stunned.

My thoughts are getting more and more confusing.

He had almost no interaction with this person. The only time he had any interaction was when they were drunk in the swimming pool five or six years ago.

It could be seen at that time that this man had different feelings for Chu Chu.

Now that he thought about it carefully, he already knew that the person in front of him was not Han Muxue at all, but Bai Chuchu. The two people had a close friendship.

The more he thought about it, the worse his mood became.

The anxiety of not being able to sleep, coupled with his bad mood, gave him bad thoughts.

Although this was Han Yang's thing, when he looked at the pig's hoof placed on Chu Chu's shoulder, an unknown fire surged upward.

He casually opened two desk drawers and found scissors.

This is a hair clipper. It seems that Han Yang is a homebody and even takes care of his hair casually.

He turned on the desk lamp, patiently gestured, and started to cut. As soon as he cut to the eyebrows, he stopped.

The dusty past once again opened like Pandora's box: He had seen this boy when he was a child!

It was many years after his mother passed away that his father held his hand and asked him to help take care of his little brother for a period of time.

He remembered that this person was one of the top researchers in University C.

The medicine major of University C is also one of the best. He thought about it and immediately called his high school classmate, Professor Lin, who is currently working at University C.

"Xianhui, how are you doing lately?"

The opening tone was very blunt.

Ling Ziyue's personality has never been good at being polite. Over the years, he has always taken the initiative to accommodate others, and he has almost forgotten the ability to ask for help.

"Excuse me, Mr. Ling, remember to call me."

"If you have nothing to do, don't go to the Three Treasures Hall."

"Do you know Yan Luo?"

Ling Ziyue simply stopped pretending and got straight to the point.

"Then you asked the right person,"

The other person was not angry, but seemed very happy to be able to help. "He is the top experimenter in our laboratory. He is the main technical person in charge of several of our national-level projects."

What, does your company have any project research and development work? Ling’s is going to open up the traditional Chinese medicine market recently?"

The more the other party talked, the more excited he became.

Some recent scientific research projects have been severely hampered due to the delay in funding approval. If they can have the help of the Ling Group, they will no longer have to grovel around asking for help.

"Yes, so, someone recommended you, Dr. Yan, to me."

Ling Zi understood more and more.

If you boldly say that you want to inquire about this person directly, you will only alert the enemy.

It is better to use the project as the entry point and make a background statement to make a name for yourself.

"Of course Dr. Yan will be fine. Don't worry, I will guarantee it with my personality."

"Which field do you specifically want to know about?"

"We have been committed to the development of central nervous system drugs in the past few years. This is a huge blue ocean. Do you want to know more about it?"

"Central nervous system type?"

Hearing this research direction, Ling Ziyue became more instinctively alert.

"Yes, unlike Western medicine, Chinese medicine is milder and easier to adjust. It's just that it's not taken seriously yet."

The person on the other end of the phone sighed deeply, feeling sad.

"Okay," Ling Ziyue pondered for a moment and then agreed.

"Just develop this central nervous system drug."

"Really?"

"I will send our detailed information right now for you to review, Mr. Ling!"

The other person was happily talking incoherently.

"And this Yan Luo," Ling Ziyue couldn't help but remind him, "As the main person in charge of the project, I always need to know his resume."

"Okay, okay, no problem."

Of course the other party agreed to such a small question.

"Also," Ling Ziyue's tone suddenly became serious, "I hope that in the future, my sponsorship will be carried out in secret. My name cannot be revealed, and the Ling family cannot be involved."

"What are you..."

“…”

Seeing that Lingzi was less willing to talk more, the other party understood.

"Okay, okay, I promise not to leak even a word!"

"Um."

After putting down the phone, Ling Zi felt more and more regretful.

In order to investigate this damn Yan Luo, this phone call cost at least tens of millions. The key is that the reason why Ling has not been involved in the pharmaceutical industry for so many years is that the risks are extremely high, and it is also in the development field.

The return on investment is very low, and it takes a long time. Maybe it’s not just money that’s involved.

Just as he was thinking about it, his cell phone rang again. It turned out that it was Lin Xianhui who sent him a message on W letter.
Chapter completed!