Luo Fei and his colleague followed Guan Liling upstairs.
But as soon as they entered the apartment.
Luo Fei smelled a strong scent of incense.
"Mr. Luo, please don't take offense. My son and I just can't easily accept the fact that he's gone. So the two of us have kept a memorial altar for him at home all these years. I hope you officers don't mind."
Seeing that she looked a little embarrassed.
She seemed somewhat ill at ease.
Luo Fei merely smiled it off.
"It's fine."
"As an outsider I can't fully experience what it feels like to lose your husband. So even if you're very depressed, that's only natural."
Luo Fei's understanding attitude made her feel somewhat relieved.
"Mom, are you home? Are you okay?"
Just then.
Hurried footsteps sounded in the hallway.
Then a young man in a white shirt and dress pants rushed in.
He was sweating all over.
Guan Liling took the initiative to introduce him.
"Mr. Luo, let me introduce someone to you."
"This is my son, Wang Siwen."
