Wu Daiping was happily planning how to live extravagantly with the two hundred thousand.
On the surface, though, he looked as sorrowful as if his son had died, while Gu Jiajia watched him expressionlessly.
In her heart, she had repeatedly despised her mother's choices; was her mother blind when she was young?
How could she have married such a man?
Thankfully, they divorced early, otherwise she would have suffered greatly.
The two law enforcement officers conducted a simple examination and found no major injuries on Wu Fuyou.
So one of them helped Wu Fuyou up, and the other took off Wu Fuyou's clothes.
Wu Fuyou, bare-chested, had no bruises on his body.
The onlookers did not find it embarrassing to see a shirtless man at this moment; they all crowded around to scrutinize Wu Fuyou.
"Not injured at all."
"Perfectly fine, no signs of bruises or anything, doesn't look like someone who's hurt."
