Offering Help

"Auntie, you…"

"Nobody move!"

Just as Qiu Yuluo and Ning Che were about to step forward, Lin Yi stopped them.

Fan Shuxian grabbed Lin Yi's clothes and sobbed.

"You were his team leader. Why didn't you protect him well? We only have one son. If he leaves, how am I going to live?!"

Lin Yi stood rooted to the ground like a tall pine tree.

If he could use this to let her vent her emotions, Lin Yi felt that it was worth it.

Fan Shuxian punched Lin Yi's chest.

As a mother, she had lost her mind. It was impossible for someone who had never experienced the grief and indignation of losing her son to empathize with her.

"Alright, stop fooling around!"

Zhou Xicheng shouted coldly, "Help your aunt into the house. I'll talk to these people."

"Got it, Uncle."

Fan Shuxian was helped upstairs, and the first floor of the villa fell silent.

"I'm really sorry, Team Leader Lin. My wife lost her composure."