Downstairs in the old lady's room, incense was burning, emanating a very faint scent of osmanthus.
Luo Changfang and her daughter stood in front of the bed.
"Mom, please help me."
Xu Jiuru got off the bed, sat down, and poured herself a cup of tea to clear her mind, "How can I help?"
Luo Changfang pleaded, "Get Chen Taiyuan to keep his mouth shut."
Xu Jiuru glanced at her, her eyes shimmering coldly, "You make it sound so easy. He's at the police station; how am I supposed to intervene?"
There was nowhere the old lady of the Jiang Family couldn't reach her hand into.
Luo Changfang understood her mother's refusal but couldn't give up, pushing her request, "You must have a way, please help your daughter-in-law this once."
Xu Jiuru remained indifferent, remarking as if it was none of her concern, "If you knew this day would come, why bother having crooked thoughts in the first place."
How cleanly she distances herself.
