At 8 p.m., Old Lady Luo and the others came out of the police service center.
Luo Zitong complained, "These guys are really too much, what do they mean by not being able to file a case if someone hasn't been missing for 24 hours? Is it that troublesome for them to look for someone?"
Luo Xuanran spit out a mouthful, "They're just a bunch of people who live off free meals!"
"Mom, where are we going now?"
Luo Yuantu, seated in a wheelchair, looked blankly at the night outside, his expression filled with confusion.
His wife had run away, the money was gone, and he himself was disabled—life was as tragic as it could get.
Old Lady Luo was also burning with rage inside. She had been astute her whole life and never expected to be played by her daughter-in-law, Chen Guihua.
"There's something wrong with this!"
