Wang Yan glanced over the notes He Minhong had written on her phone criticizing Yu Chuhui, then handed the phone back to her.
Looking at He Minhong's eager expression as she waited for his approval, he smiled. "Yu Chuhui said before that her father was pretty irresponsible. He barely took care of the family and even took money from them. Her mother had gotten used to being bullied—anyone could push her around. Zhenzhen also mentioned that Yu Chuhui brought her mother here this time because her father had hit her again.
"At the time, you said that while the tree wished for stillness, the wind would not cease; while the child wished to care for their parents, the parents might no longer be there. You criticized Yu Chuhui for saying she would bring her mother to Shanghai once she had enough money, asking how much money counted as enough and saying it was better to bring her over sooner rather than later. That was why she brought her here, wasn't it?"
"Yes, but I didn't expect Yu Chuhui to show her true colors only a few days after bringing her over. Wasn't that just escaping the wolf's den only to enter the tiger's mouth? She..."
Wang Yan waved a hand and cut her off. "You just said we should put ourselves in other people's shoes. Did you?"
"I did. I'm looking at it from her mother's perspective, Brother Yan." He Minhong spoke with utmost sincerity, chest held high, as if righteousness itself rested on her shoulders.
Wang Yan did not know whether to laugh or cry. He could not exactly call her stupid. He Minhong's understanding was limited, and coupled with her self-centeredness, she believed that what she believed was what she believed; she trusted only what she believed, and