Grandpa Jiang's eyes were filled with tears, sighing countless times. He had been honest and kind all his life, never doing anything against his conscience. How could such a thing happen in his family, as if they were condemned?
Jiang Hui, who had been hiding in the corner, quickly darted his eyes around, watching his mother and sister cursing together without speaking. The once mischievous little boy had become silent at some point, increasingly fading into the background at home. Perhaps since Liu Yongxia was imprisoned and cared for by Guan Rufang, Jiang Hui's personality had lost its previous arrogance.
Jiang Hui followed Zhang Fengmei into the kitchen, sat on a small bench by the fire, and casually picked up some firewood to help with the fire.
Zhang Fengmei glanced at Jiang Hui unexpectedly.
Jiang Hui felt a bit embarrassed under her gaze and awkwardly said, "Auntie, don't blame me."
Zhang Fengmei smiled bitterly, saying nothing.
