BUZZ!
That single sentence struck Zhu Kewen's ears like a clap of earth-shattering thunder.
The woman, who had been leaning against the wall, suddenly collapsed to her knees. She trembled, her dry lips cracking and bleeding, completely devoid of her previous arrogance.
Chen Yang stood before her, tilted his head slightly, and gazed at the snowstorm raging outside the distant window.
After taking several deep breaths, Zhu Kewen spoke again. "My son's funeral is tomorrow. As a grieving mother, it's inevitable that I might do some irrational, or even outrageous, things."
"This is understandable. You should try to understand me, too."
"So?"
Outside, the snowstorm howled like a thousand blades, raging relentlessly.
Chen Yang narrowed his eyes and said grimly, "What a sanctimonious excuse. So, you can just ignore your own son's transgressions and inflict further harm on the victims who have already suffered immense trauma?"
