That evening, at the detention center.
After receiving a call from Wu Xiaoli, Sun Dasheng rushed over. The two had only been apart for half a day, but their reunion took place in such a bleak setting, prompting an involuntary sigh.
Mother Wu had also come along. She was crying her eyes out, muttering incessantly, "How did my boy turn into what he is now? It's all my fault. I've been too indulgent with him over the years."
When she saw Sun Dasheng walk in with a lawyer, her eyes brightened. She grabbed his hand and said excitedly, "Da Sheng, thank you for coming over so late at night for Xiaojun's sake."
"You're too kind, Auntie!" Sun Dasheng comforted her. "In my eyes, Xiaojun is like my own little brother. How could I not come when he's in trouble?"
"Good, good boy. Auntie thanks you," she said, a flicker of hope in her eyes. "Is there still any way to improve Xiaojun's situation? Can't we just give the victim enough compensation and reach a private settlement?"
