Wu Fei took the watch and went home; it was late today.
Looking at the watch, it was already past ten o'clock. Grandpa and Grandma should be asleep.
When she got home, sure enough, the lights in the living room were off.
Wu Fei tiptoed upstairs, afraid the wooden floor would wake Grandpa and Grandma.
The elderly have light sleep.
She walked to the door of Grandpa and Grandma's room, listening closely.
Indeed, there was no sound. It seemed they were asleep.
Wu Fei tiptoed towards her own room.
"Old Wu, are you really that heartless? Weiguo is your most beloved son, and now he's like this—we have an unshirkable responsibility. He's getting out of prison tomorrow. If even his parents and family don't go to pick him up, what is he supposed to do?"
The old lady's voice was filled with heartbreak.
Wu Fei paused.
Weiguo? The most beloved child?
Who was being talked about?
It seemed like her uncle was called Wu Weiguo.
