The indoor light was dim. Stepping inside, Lu Chuan saw Lu Danian on the bed at a glance.
Hearing movement, Lu Danian opened his eyes.
Seeing it was Lu Chuan, a flash of panic crossed his face:
"Chuanzi is back? Your dad has been a bit tired these past two days, wanting to sleep more..."
As he spoke, he tugged at the corner of the quilt, trying to wrap himself more tightly.
Lu Chuan's expression turned ugly, and he thought of a certain possibility.
He stepped forward and pulled away Lu Danian's disguise.
Beneath the quilt, the arms and calves Lu Danian exposed were covered in bruises, and his right leg was wrapped in cloth with faint bloodstains on it.
Staring at those injuries, Lu Chuan fell silent.
After a long time, he slowly turned his head to look at Mother Lu, who had followed inside.
"Mom, what is going on with my dad's injuries?"
Mother Lu's lips trembled, and her tears fell instantly.
Lu Danian struggled to sit up on the bed:
"Chuanzi, stay out of this matter. It was just your dad being clumsy and taking a fall in the mountain..."
"A fall?" Lu Chuan interrupted him, his eyes turning red.
"Dad, people are bullying our family right to our faces, and you're still trying to lie to me!"
Lu Danian opened his mouth, unable to say a word.
No longer looking at him, Lu Chuan turned to Mother Lu: "Mom, tell me the truth."
Mother Lu's tears flowed harder: "It was the people from the Black Tiger Gang..."
Lu Chuan's gaze tightened.
"That vice leader Wang Xiaochuan hasn't been able to find the murderer who killed his nephew, has he?" Mother Lu's voice trembled.
"Since he couldn't find him, he sent people to keep watch right here