"How could you do this!" Mrs. Yao exclaimed at her eldest son, who indeed flaunted his new gold phone as soon as he got it, "Two people at home, yet you're calling each other!"
Shen Jiayin finished cooking and asked her husband to help bring the dishes out. Yao Zibao, the younger brother, helped set the table, and soon, the family began their meal.
Sitting beside her son, Yao Shuhan asked about specifics regarding the Shen family's old home, saying, "I've heard quite a bit from Zihan. It seems like this involves a case from decades ago."
"Currently, the police departments on both sides are investigating together," Yao said confidently.
"So, has she returned?"
She was referring to Hua Miaobing.
"She got off the plane this afternoon and was taken to the police station."
"Have they met yet?"
"Probably not. Having just learned about it, it would certainly take some time to process."
Yao Shuhan worried, "What about Jiayin, what does she think? Does she know?"
