The latter nodded, and the old man of the Sun Family relaxed and said: "You all go."
Grandma Sun had been quietly listening in the back. Once everyone dispersed, she sat alone with the old man, both silent.
The old man said to her: "Why did you even bother attending that wedding banquet? You knew there might be danger."
"I didn't expect that they'd actually lay a hand on that child. After all, we're all one family—is it our failure as parents?" Grandma Sun sighed and still found it hard to believe that their eldest son, whom they had driven out of the house, was murdered, and the murderer turned out to be their own family.
"The more they hate him, the more it proves that you and I were biased. Mingming drove him out but still longs for that bastard!" The old man clasped his hands behind his back, his words filled with anger and pain.
