Night lay heavy around them, and the warm yellow overhead light in the car stretched their three shadows long.
"The older generation has a saying: 'A stumble makes you wiser,'" Wei Ziyun said. "They always think letting their kids suffer and learn a lesson is better than stepping in to save them. Besides, Uncle Feng was already eccentric to begin with. After the Feng Family's Eldest Son died... he got even stranger. I remember FK took a major hit last year or the year before, too. Wanting was in an awful position, running himself ragged. It wasn't something someone his age could possibly resolve. All it would've taken was a word from Uncle Feng, with all his standing and influence, but he flat-out refused to get involved and left Wanting to shoulder it alone. Their relationship was already bad, and after that, it became even more strained."
"..."
An oppressive silence settled over the car. Pei Yang clenched the hem of his clothes until his knuckles turned white. Only after a long while did he speak, his voice hoarse. "But right now, we don't have any other choice, do we?"
"Other than asking Uncle Feng for help, all we can do is wait for the investigation results." Wei Ziyun rubbed the space between his brows.
Pei Yang took a deep breath. "Then let's give it a try."
"Which brings us to the problem." Wei Ziyun turned to Pei Yang. "How do we get to see Uncle Feng?"
Pei Yang said, "..."
That question left Pei Yang speechless for a moment.
Yin Sufang punched Wei Ziyun in the head. "Is your brain underdeveloped? You keep calling him uncle, and you're asking us how to see him?! What, is he our uncle?"
"Yin Sufang, I've had enough of you!" Wei Ziyun snapped.