"Your grandson is Wei Yuanzhou?!"

The old man nodded slowly: "His real name is Wei Yuanzhou, and my surname is not Zhang, but Wei."

Zhang Yuanqing was caught off guard for a long time, and said:

"Then, why did you assassinate Long Live the White Tiger? Wei Yuanzhou knows these things?"

"In the killing dungeon of the Transcendent Realm, there are a lot of people who have been promoted to saints in the lawful camp, and the position of the deacon is limited. I can't let anyone affect his future after so many years. This is what I can do for him. Finally One thing, I want to make it up to him. He doesn't know what I did, if he knew, he would definitely stop me." Uncle Zhang tilted his head and looked at Xiaoyuan:

"I'm sorry, I have failed Master Wuhen and you. My story is over."

Zhang Yuanqing stood by the window for a long time, then suddenly rubbed his face vigorously.

For a moment, he said in his heart, if it doesn't matter, Baihu is not dead anyway, he can choose to make up for him in a subtle way.

But when the words came to his lips, what came out was: "Thank you for the information. According to the rules, I will arrest you. Do you have anything else to say?"

The old man's old voice said:

"Please give me one day, I still have some unfulfilled wishes. Tomorrow night, I will go back to Wuhen Hotel and go with you."

Zhang Yuanqing nodded: "Okay! I'll wait for you at the Wuhen Hotel, I hope you keep your promise."

He turned to look at Xiaoyuan: "I will intercede for him and fight for life imprisonment!"

Madoka's expression showed no sadness or joy, and she nodded slightly.

Zhang Yuanqing glanced at her again, hesitated to speak, and finally walked out of the room without saying anything.

In the corridor, Kou Beiyue leaned against the wall, lowered his head, and stood there silently.

His face was full of frustration.

Zhang Yuanqing originally wanted him to get a room card, and he wanted to stay next door. Seeing this situation, he didn't speak, his body turned into a starlight, and went straight into the room.

The room was pitch-black, but for Ye Youshen, darkness was his home field.

Entering the bathroom, washing his face and brushing his teeth, he returned to his room and lay on the bed. After he sent a text message to Guan Ya saying he was safe, he stared blankly at the dark ceiling in a daze.

The story of Uncle Zhang echoed repeatedly in my mind, as if I saw an old farmer who could no longer straighten his back, farming day after day in the field, working year after year, with a pair of rough and cracked hands, stubbornly raised a grandson.

Until the Miemen case that year, he straightened up again, but he had already become a wanted criminal.

What Shi Chang said seemed to echo in his ears: Evil professions are the karma of human beings themselves.

He hates evil professions, but he sympathizes with them, sympathizes with the "ashamed father" who is unwilling to reconcile with the world, sympathizes with Kou Beiyue who is wronged and humiliated, and also sympathizes with Uncle Zhang who bears the burden of humiliation for his grandson.

He now knew what drove an old farmer into a wicked profession.

But as Uncle Zhang said, all of this is unreasonable!

It's dawn, Jinghai People's Hospital.

In a secluded corner, Uncle Zhang, who was wearing a tattered overcoat, had dark and shiny skin, and was covered with wrinkles, said softly:

"Don't worry, Grandpa has already taken everything down. Just pretend you don't know about it, and it won't affect your future."

Opposite him was a handsome, calm, and gentle young man in formal attire. JrNovels.com