Stepping out of the prison's gates, Weng Lanlan let out a deep sigh and said to Ning Ziyi with a melancholic face, "Ziyi, tell me, how am I supposed to bring up your father's matter with your sister? Isn't this just making things difficult for her?"
Ning Ziyi didn't know what to say, but when he thought of his poor brother Ning Yu, he couldn't help but feel tender-hearted, "Mom, let's go see sister together. Whatever the outcome, as long as we have tried our best, we can be at peace with ourselves and we will have fulfilled dad's last wish."
Weng Lanlan reached out to touch her son's head and sighed lightly, "You're right, as long as we have tried, we have done right by your father. Let's go, we'll head home. Your sister just started school today, she must be very busy. We'll go see her tomorrow!"
Ning Ziyi sensibly replied, "Okay."
