Jiang Qing burst into tears as she held Jiang Aiguo.
Jiang Aiguo wanted to become the scapegoat, to take the blame with his own admission of guilt.
"Grandpa, you can't do this."
"Every man for himself, I won't let you take the fall for me. I'll confess to my own actions," Jiang Qing stubbornly shook her head.
Lu Zhou's lips curled into a faint sneer, "Jiang Qing, my niece, it's good that you admit it."
"Every man for himself, as long as you don't drag Revival Hall into this, we'll still come to see you during the holidays."
As he spoke, Lu Zhou took out his phone and played a recording of Jiang Qing's words just spoken,
Upon hearing this, Jiang Aiguo became furious and cursed loudly, "Lu Zhou, have you no humanity? Qing'er is still just a girl in her early twenties."
"Hmm, a child, if she has done wrong, she should admit it."
"Old Jiang, save your words for her defense later," he said, turning off his phone, leaving Jiang Aiguo to stare helplessly.
