She felt embarrassed to even mention the word "disability".
Lew Yuan said, "I don't know, and I didn't ask them to find out. It doesn't matter; the focus shouldn't be on why his wife left him. I don't want the audience to focus on that."
Zhou Yun nodded.
Lew Yuan and Zhou Yun went upstairs together and arrived at Zhong Zhihui's front door.
Judging from the location and the neighborhood, the family's quality of life wasn't bad.
Being able to own a 160 square meter apartment in this part of Shanghai meant they were quite successful.
Standing at the door, Zhou Yun suddenly felt a bit nervous.
"Xiao Yun, are you nervous?" Lew Yuan keenly noticed the change in Zhou Yun.
Zhou Yun took a deep breath, nodded, and said, "A little."
Actually, she was quite afraid of confronting someone going through misfortune. The suffering of others gave her a sense of guilt and remorse.
