Zhang Zhiming looked depressed, his not exactly good looking face was sunken. It was visible that Zhang Qin's death had dealt a huge blow to Zhang Zhiming and their family.
Zhang Qin's grandfather pointed toward Yun Jian and began rambling to his son.
Yun Jian, Lu Feiyan, and her mother could hear that the elderly man was describing the incident. It was just that he had exaggeratingly detailed how Yun Jian had subdued the few of them.
Zhang Zhiming's brows creased, so deep that it could kill a fly in the fold by the time he finished listening to the grandfather.
When Zhang Zhiming planned to go up to Yun Jian, Lu Feiyan's mother suddenly let go of both the girls' hands and darted to said man, plopping down into a kneel.
The tear tracks on the cheeks of Lu Feiyan's mother were yet to dry, she had not even managed to wipe them off, but she moved two steps forward to Zhang Zhiming on her knees.
