"What is it that even you can't handle?" Ling Zishan was slightly surprised.
"My parentage," Lin Tian was very straightforward. Recently, he always had the illusion that the family he was searching for was right in front of him, but illusions are just illusions. Maybe it was because Aunt Wang and the others were so kind to him, giving him a feeling of having family.
Ling Zishan was slightly taken aback, then asked, "You don't know who your parents are? Do you have any relevant information, like your original name, birth date, or even your parents' names, or any related memories?"
Lin Tian shook his head decisively, "I don't have anything. I grew up with my grandfather, he gave me my name, and my date of birth is the day he found me. Let alone my parents' names, as for memories, it's all blank."
Listening to Lin Tian's words, Ling Zishan remained silent, seemingly lost in thought. Lin Tian found it a bit strange and softly said, "Aunt Ling?"
