Yu Ruohuan was raised by the old lady from a young age; she probably knew about Silent Garden's situation a long time ago.
"I just suddenly thought of something amusing. Mom, you took over Silent Garden starting last year—don't tell me you don't know about that old couple."
Wei Zhuhua: "So? What are you trying to say?"
"Are they still alive?"
Such indifferent, casual words, paired with an utter disregard for human lives.
Wei Zhuhua lowered her gaze. "It'll be hard for them to make it through this winter."
Yu Ruohuan suddenly burst into loud laughter, so full of arrogance and recklessness that Wei Zhuhua's brow furrowed immediately.
"Huanhuan, they are your great-uncle and great-aunt."
"Mom, how can you be so naive?" Yu Ruohuan really wanted to say 'stupid,' but restrained herself.
