Wan Jiayuan staggered from the push of his wife, regained some semblance of rationality, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed his tears, "Zhan Han, what on earth is going on, can you... can you please explain it to me more clearly?"
There was some noise in Zhan Han's background, seemingly outside, with the accents of many folks from his hometown.
Zhan Han: "I can't explain everything to you in such a short time, Jiayuan. All I can tell you is that it's possible your dad killed your mom. Of course, everything is still under investigation. Weren't you planning to come back? Let's talk more when you return."
A buzzing filled Wan Jiayuan's head, "How is that possible..."
"When we rushed over, your dad was digging up a grave, presumably trying to move the bones. When he saw us, he ran away, but we've caught him and brought him back. At first, he was blustering and denying everything, but after we dug up the bones, he kept saying that he didn't mean to do it..."
