On the way back from the investigation bureau, Chen Dazhuang was still arranged to sit at the back. However, he seemed gloomy and sad. Yang Ming hesitated, and said to Xia Bingbao, "I will sit in the back later."
Xia Bingbao knew that Yang Ming wanted to counsel Chen Dazhuang, so he nodded and agreed.
The rear door slowly closed, and the lights in the car lit up. The environment was obviously good, with comfortable seats and an automatic water dispenser.
"Second Uncle Chen," Yang Ming got in the car. He looked at Chen Dazhuang's expression and advised, "Chen Afu's present situation is already for the best. Don't feel sad anymore."
Chen Dazhuang nodded. "I understand, but after all, he is my son. He has done so many wrong things. As his father, I also feel guilty in my heart."
