The Stepmother’s Counterattack: Raising a Child in a Bygone Era

The shrill and piercing ring of the telephone drew both Pei Ziheng and Shen Hongmei over.

Shen Mingzhu steadied her heart and answered, "Hello?"

"It’s me."

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Upon hearing the familiar, warm voice on the other end of the line, Shen Mingzhu’s heart skipped a beat, "Have you found it?"

"Yes. I’m driving over to pick you up, wait for me at the entrance in twenty minutes."

"Okay."

"Mom, are you going out?"

As soon as Shen Mingzhu hung up the phone, Pei Ziheng couldn’t wait to speak, "I’ll come with you."

Shen Hongmei immediately voiced out, "Did they find the counterfeit workshop that’s impersonating us?"

"It seems so."