The man's words were somewhat unclear, but he still explained what he needed to. Sheng Jianan asked a few more questions, and the details were largely consistent with what Shen Jiyan had said.
Apparently, this person should be the hit-and-run driver from back then.
Sheng Jianan tapped his fingers on his knee again, took out his phone from his pocket, pulled up a picture of Mrs. Sheng, and handed it to the man: "A man and a woman? Is the woman her?"
The man shook his head. Sheng Jianan squinted, as if judging the truthfulness of the man in front of him. Seeing his puzzled expression, as if he really didn't recognize the person in the photo, Sheng Jianan also felt relieved.
No matter what, that woman is ultimately his mother.
He was raised by his grandfather from a young age, and later the differences between him and his parents grew, so his relationship with them was not as perfect as many families. But regardless, she is still his mother.
