Holding a white paper packet, Jiang Yao looked impassively at Lu Yanzhi's parents. "It seems you knew about the drug dealing within the Lu Group."
Inside the white paper packet was highly pure methamphetamine.
Lu Yanzhi's father's lips trembled, but he couldn't say a word.
Lu Yanzhi was stunned too.
He was a psychologist and had never been involved in the Lu Group's affairs. He had never imagined...
Something suddenly occurred to Lu Yanzhi. He grabbed Jiang Yao's wrist and asked, "The Lu Group's five-star restaurants require reservations three months in advance, and they're packed every day. Are they also..."
Jiang Yao nodded. "Their dishes all contain addictive poppy husks and poppy juice."
Lu Yanzhi staggered, his face full of disbelief.
This time, his parents and Lu Chenxi were all escorted into police cars and taken away together.
Lu Yanzhi stared after the departing police cars, standing dazed and motionless in the snow.
Lowering his eyes, he asked Jiang Yao, "Yao, do I... really not deserve a family's love?"
When Lu Yanzhi was embarrassed or annoyed, he liked calling Jiang Yao directly by his name.
But Jiang Yao was five years older and had once been his teacher.
So when he felt most desolate and vulnerable, he still liked calling him his older brother.
They weren't related by blood.
It was more a form of dependence and emotional attachment.
The temperature outside was minus twenty-eight degrees Celsius.
Lu Yanzhi hadn't even put on a coat. He wore only a turtleneck sweater.
Jiang Yao frowned, took off his coat, and wrapped it around him, then removed his scarf and wound it around Lu Yanzhi's neck with awkward but gentle movements.
Wearing only a black shirt, Jiang Yao wrapped his arms around Lu Yanzhi's waist from behind. "No."
"My Xiaoyan deserves the