"One evening eighteen years ago, your husband took your daughter out to buy something, but they never came back, right?" Tan Rou said calmly.
Aunt June, however, was very agitated. She ignored the pain in her body and immediately sat up and grabbed Tan Rou's shoulder. "Do you know who killed my husband and daughter back then? Hurry up and tell me!"
The more anxious Aunt June was, the more Tan Rou didn't want to talk about it. She gently removed Aunt June's hand and dusted it off. "Don't be agitated. Let's talk slowly."
How could Aunt June not be agitated? This matter had been hidden in her heart for eighteen years. In the first few years, she had been running around trying to find the real murderer. However, she was alone. She had no background or money. No one would help her.
