"How old is she?" Ye Fei asked. If she got along so well with Ling, maybe she was just a young girl.
"Thirty-three," Xiao Han Yue replied. "I found that strange too, but she later admitted that she recognized who we were and wanted to meet you through us."
"Then her business partner in the factory must be Ling's grandfather or uncle, right?" Ye Fei asked. He had met the people from Ling's hometown before; they were all very honest folk.
Ling's uncle ran a small shop in town, and with Xiao Han Yue's support, his family lived comfortably, but they were not the type to be involved in big business.
If someone was seeking a partnership with them, that motive was suspicious.
Xiao Han Yue shook her head. "No, she partnered with a businessman in town, and it started a long time ago. It wasn't intentional to get close to us."
