He nodded, Yan Zhengxiong nodded his head and collected his thoughts.
He pointed to the sandalwood chair in front and said, "Have a seat."
Yan Kejun nodded and sat down opposite him.
"Uncle, my parents have been gone for over 20 years, please don't blame yourself for their affairs anymore. You raised me to adulthood and let me take over the Yan Family; if my father has a spirit in heaven, he would surely be gratified."
Over the years, Yan Zhengxiong has always suspected that the person who killed his parents was Lu Jinyan's father, Lu Junting.
Therefore, he has been trying various ways to gather evidence, but has achieved nothing, without any breakthroughs.
As time passed, the issue was delayed, and he deeply fell into self-blame.
"Although there isn't enough evidence to prove Lu Junting's crimes yet, since I've promised you to avenge my parents, I will surely do as I say."
Yan Zhengxiong nodded with relief and said, "With your words, I'm much more at ease."
