Ah Zhuang's mother, upon hearing her son's words, quickly pulled her daughter-in-law forward to help plead their case. "Mr. Su," she began, "Our Ah Zhuang is not a fool. Aunt Yang is getting on in years, and for people our age, failing eyesight is inevitable. She must have mistaken someone else for him. My son came home late last night, but once he returned, he didn't go out again."
As Ah Zhuang's mother spoke her final words, a blush crept up her ears, her gaze darting upward as if struggling to recall something, her tone wavering slightly.
Perhaps sensing her argument lacked conviction, she quickly nudged her daughter-in-law, signaling for her to speak. The young woman's behavior was even more peculiar.
