Chu Yu's small body trembled slightly.
He looked back at Lin Wanru and Madame Lin, then towards Shen Bijun and Shen Qianhui.
On one side were his mom and grandmother, the other was Chu Tianye's mom and grandmother.
He thought of a story he once read. In ancient times, during a trial, two women claimed a child as their own, each saying they were the mother. The magistrate ordered them to tug the child towards themselves, ruling that whoever pulled the child over would be the mother... As it turned out, the birth mother released her hold out of pity for the child.
The magistrate awarded the child to the one who had lost the tug-of-war.
Yet, his mom hadn't hesitated for a moment just now, not caring in the slightest whether his arm would be dislocated...
He slowly bowed his head and said, "Pretty auntie, I, I'll go with her..."
He didn't want the pretty auntie to go to jail!
The light in Chu Yu's eyes slowly dimmed.
