However, Sheng Yukai's words were pleasing to hear, hitting right to her heart. She nodded repeatedly, "Exactly, exactly, it's Ah Kai who understands me."
"Sigh!"
Wang Yingzhi sighed again, "If Hanyu and your granduncle were half as good as you, how come my life is so miserable?"
As she spoke, sadness welled up from her heart, and she began wiping away her tears: "My husband doesn't understand me, and my son treats me like an enemy; he doesn't even care to comfort or understand me, let alone give me a pleasant look..."
She never considered how much her actions had hurt her son, feeling that since she had given birth to him, he should be unconditionally good to her for life.
Seeing that the atmosphere was ripe, Sheng Yukai seized the moment, "Aunt, you can't blame Eldest Brother for this. Think about it, now the police suspect you two, and one of you must be the murderer…"
"It's not me, really, it's not me."
Wang Yingzhi was frantic, waving her hands repeatedly.
