A Fine Flanking Maneuver

"Grandma, Grandpa, even though my mother-in-law is surnamed Tong now, I still have to call you Grandma and Grandpa. Because if it hadn't been for you, my mother-in-law might have died more than forty years ago. But now that she has suddenly taken the surname Tong, a lot of people have gotten the wrong idea."

Xia Yue spoke with clear logic: "Right now, both Cui Aiguo and I are being pointed at and gossiped about at work. I think Grandma and Grandpa can guess the reason.

Only by restoring my mother-in-law's biological parents' status as martyrs can we shut those people up. The children of martyrs absolutely cannot be slandered or defamed."

"..."

Li Zhongfa remained silent, while Wu Juying frowned. What Xia Yue had said was different from the tearful pleas of the eldest aunt in the past.

She no longer mentioned family ties, because Tong Mingyue had already proven that road was blocked. So Xia Yue simply squeezed every last bit of value from the dead, trying to make Li Zhongfa and Wu Juying feel indebted to their fallen comrades.

But Li Ye, standing nearby, snorted at Xia Yue's words.

People were creatures of emotion. Every psychological feeling affected one's expression and eyes. So, in theory, if one's powers of observation were sharp enough, one could possess a superpower akin to "mind-reading."

Of course, that was only in theory. An ordinary person only needed to master a few techniques for distinguishing emotions to become a "master" who could maneuver among wealthy, kind-hearted men and women with fortunes wrapped around their waists.

Li Ye's powers of observation were exceptionally sharp. Though he could not reach the level of mind-reading, he had four or five tenths of its skill.

All he needed was a careful moment of observation to discern