The stories in the world do not happen in one place at the same time, and when you are doing one thing, in another, some people are doing different things.

While Han Woo was still drinking water with Kwon Yoona in the VIP treatment room of Gyeonghee Hospital, Park Bukha was standing on the lawn and listening quietly to the report on the other end of the phone in this private funeral home at the foot of Beihan Mountain in Seoul.

"So, you have been searching for so long, but you only found something that everyone knows? After their parents passed away, they were adopted by the female artist named Lin Yuner. They went to the United States when they were teenagers. But what I want is not the information they have after they were adopted, right?"

Listening to Park Buhua's slow tone, there was a hint of femininity hidden in his old voice. The man on the other side of the phone seemed to wipe the cold sweat from his head, and quickly said carefully: "We, we have also found something that others don't know at all..."

"You talk about that LJ Group?"

Park Buhua stopped feeding a few pigeons on the lawn. The old man, who was always pale, seemed to sneer silently from his nose, grinned and said with his cell phone: "A business group with good value, what do you want to prove to me? Is that young man's excellence? What's the pity... I don't need to know whether he is excellent or not."

If Yin Zhi was standing aside at this time, it would be impossible for President Yin Da, who was already unhappy, to roll up his sleeves and use his slender and fair arms to fight the old man.

Because even if it is not stated explicitly, anyone can hear Park Buhua's disdain from inside and outside.

In Park Buhua's eyes, the business empire established by Han Yu himself and worthy of admiration and admiration by everyone.

After all, whether it is possible to become a towering tree in the future or has already begun to take shape, a sapling that has died will die, which is not worth the attention of people to stay for a moment.

What's more, in Park Buhua's opinion, the thing he wanted to verify was much more important than whether Han Yu was a business genius who was famous on Wall Street before.

Obviously, this time the people under his command failed to bring the information he wanted, which made his face with deep wrinkles more gloomy.

"Sir, what you are looking for is too long."

The person on the other end of the phone explained helplessly: "Also, Han Yu's mother is said to have a child out of wedlock. You also know that at that time, it was normal for any country clinic to deliver a child without leaving a file. What's more, we have checked it, and no one knows who Han Yu's father is. There is too little information available for this part. We only know that when Han Yu was taken to Seoul by his mother and appeared in Seoul for the first time, he was a child about four years old. After that, his mother took him to do various part-time jobs to support the mother and son, mainly working on TV stations, screenwriters and various miscellaneous work. At that time, the social circle between the mother and the son was very narrow, and the situation of the people they came and went is not much better. Everyone was busy with their livelihoods. Who would have time to pay attention to this or that?"

"Four years old..."

Park Buhua raised his hand and knocked his forehead with a headache, muttering to himself: "I can match my age, but this background... I remember correctly. Do you think his mother is a female screenwriter?"

"Yes." The person on the other end of the phone smiled bitterly, "A lot of people know about this now. The news was still making a fuss some time ago. It is said that his mother was quite famous at that time."

"What's the name?"

"Han Yishu."

"What are the characters Han Yishi?? You send them here and I'll take a look."

Taking advantage of the beautiful sunlight outside, Park Buhua stood on the lawn and squinted her eyes, looking down at the text messages she received on her phone.

The other party was very considerate in doing things. Not only did he post a name, but he also attached a picture, which was the information about Han Yishi who they found.

With his fingers, Park Buhua's eyes carefully glanced back and forth on the face of the gentle woman in the picture several times, and then compared it with the remaining impressions in his memory. In the end, he shook his head.

If it were Han Qinse, he would have a confused face.

Even though she had never seen her mother since she was a child, she knew that Han Yishi in this photo was definitely not her mother Han Da.

The Han family's eldest daughter counted over and over again during her lifetime, and everyone knew the outcome of Park Buhua.

So he knew that the Han Yishi in front of him would not be the replacement of any of those who changed their appearance.

So, is it really a dazed myself?

Park Buhua, who never believed in cause and effect, looked at Han Yishi's information repeatedly. He chewed back and forth this very Chinese-style name, and finally turned his attention to a line of inconspicuous information on the information.

"The pear blossoms are big..."

He was like an old fox who smelled something, frowned and pondered for a while, then dialed another number on his cell phone. After the call was connected, he opened his mouth and asked, "Miss, when the young lady was in the big pear blossoms, were you sure your people would follow him all the way?"

The other party seemed to be stunned.

Immediately afterwards, a hoarse and old voice came over unhappily.

"What are you asking about this?"

"I don't have time to argue with you, the old man!" Park Buhua's brows frowned fiercely, "I'm investigating something very important! If you don't want to apologize in front of the adults afterwards, just say it quickly!"

The other party seemed to feel the solemnity in Park Buhua's words, and after a moment of silence, he still whispered: "You don't know who was responsible for protecting the young lady back then. Although that boy Zhiyun has always listened to the young lady, he will not forget his responsibilities."

"What do you mean is that the young lady's every move back then is definitely under our surveillance?" Park Buhua asked in a frown without being too polite.

The other party was choked and gritted his teeth immediately. The low voice was like a roar of a tiger like a muffled thunder, which made Park Buhua's eardrum feel a little tingling.

"You can't speak a little nicer?! The order was not given by you yet!"

"The order was given by the Lord! It was not me!" Park Buhua rolled her eyes rarely.

"Why did you ask this all of a sudden?" The other party became impatient.

"It's something." Park Buhua still kept the mysterious mouth. She thought about it and said with her cell phone: "Go and ask that boy Zhiyun, is there anyone around the lady who he hadn't mentioned to us, such as... classmates from the same school?"

The other party's reaction was also very straightforward and hung up the phone directly.

A few minutes later, the phone called again.

Park Buhua quickly picked up and asked, "How is it?"

"No!" The other party's tone was still not very good, "I said, if the young lady had contact with someone, how dare that boy Zhiyun hide it from us? You must know that we arranged the class separately..."

Suddenly!

Park Buhua felt like a stream of electric current flowing through her body, and her hair stood up!

He hung up the phone suddenly and hurriedly dialed out another number.

"Mr. Shangshen?"

A calm and puzzled middle-aged male voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Jin Zhiyun! Tell me immediately now! We asked you to contact Lihuada to arrange a separate tutor for the young lady. Have you helped the young lady do something hidden from us?!"

The calm middle-aged male voice on the other end of the phone immediately became dull. After he hesitating for a few seconds, he whispered: "At that time... the eldest lady didn't like the courses you arranged by adults..."

"Stop talking nonsense! I'll ask you if you have it or not?"

I have to say that Park Buhua looks like a crazy old fox now in anger.

The middle-aged male voice hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and admitted, "Yes! Didn't the young lady always want to be a screenwriter? I secretly found an extracurricular tutor for her from the student..."

Suddenly, Park Buhua took a long and deep breath.

He calmed down for a while before trying to ask in a less trembling voice: "Is that student... called Han Yishi?"

The middle-aged male voice on the other end of the phone was stunned and asked subconsciously:

"How do you know?"
Chapter completed!