Zhang Yu looked at Wang Xia holding a piece of paper and didn't need to look to know what she was thinking.
Ever since Xue Zhan was locked up, this woman had been begging everyone she could, just hoping to get her son out.
As for Xue Fan, who was still lying in the hospital bed, she didn't care at all.
Zhang Yu really didn't know how regretful Xue Fan must feel lying in that hospital bed now.
"I won't sign it," Zhang Yu stated directly. "The way Xue Fan looked that day really scared me."
"Can you guarantee that Xue Zhan won't cause any more trouble?" Zhang Yu made it clear that she didn't want to be around a madman.
"After all, your family lives right next door."
"My place is small and fragile." Even if the other neighbors agreed to let Xue Zhan out, Zhang Yu would never relent.
Everyone thought about Zhang Yu's words, recalling that her household only had the elderly and children, and Xue Zhan was a strong young man. If he went berserk, it would be no joke.
