"Ah, such a nice girl, why couldn't she think it through? Just look at Du Qiang, you can tell he's already moved past it. With her sick mother gone, as long as she lived well with Du Qiang, the future would have been bright, what a pity!"
By the paper-burning stove in the crematorium, as they lit the paper money sent by their police colleagues, Li Zijun muttered.
She also couldn't quite understand why Jiang Yu was so determined to leave, not even leaving herself a way out.
But after these days of investigation, they learned that Jiang Yu's mother had been seriously ill. They didn't know much else because no one filed a report for them to investigate. In fact, it was something they accidentally learned from her landlord.
Hearing this, Su Qing used a hook to flip the burning paper money, making it burn more thoroughly.
"Do you think the work this girl did might have something to do with her mother's illness?" Su Qing spoke.
