Mrs. Lu's maiden name was Yang Yilian, and indeed, he had watched her grow up since her childhood. What kind of person Mrs. Lu was, he understood perfectly well. It was precisely because of this that, hearing what the elderly Mrs. Yang mentioned today, Yang Zuyu definitely had his doubts, "What exactly did Xiuxiu do wrong? If it were something minor, there would be no need for me to speak out, Yilian would certainly have been the first to plead on Xiuxiu's behalf."
"Could it be that if Xiuxiu really made a careless mistake, you would just watch him die without helping?"
The act of upholding justice over family ties is not something just anyone can do. Yang Zuyu, at least, didn't have the heart to do it. After all, in his eyes, Yang Xiu had always been a well-behaved child, not one who seemed likely to get into trouble.
After the elderly Mrs. Yang left, Yang Zuyu, holding the contact address she had given him, hesitated for a while, and then dialed Mrs. Lu's phone number.
