Feng Yin left the detention center and saw an unexpected person.
“Why are you here?”
Grandma Yun was waiting for her outside the detention center.
She was wearing a black dress and holding a cup of hot milk tea in her palm. When Feng Yin walked over, she first took out a wet wipe and wiped Feng Yin’s fingers clean.
“Dirty inside.”
“Warm hands.”
The milk tea was taken by Feng Yin, and Grandma Yun’s arm naturally carried Feng Yin’s wrist and said kindly: “Let’s go home.”
Feng Yin obediently followed Grandma Yun into the car.
“I haven’t said yet how did you know I’m here?”
“I don’t know, Xiaoqiu told me.”
Xiaoqiu?
Feng Yin really reacted for a while before he realized that Grandma Yun was talking about Cheng Yanqiu.
Grandma Yun let go of Feng Yin’s wrist and said, “He guessed you would come.”
“He said you would not pursue the consequences of most accidental events, but you would definitely do it for your enemies, so I came.”
Grandma Yun said that when she talked about Cheng Yanqiu, the smile on her face was very complicated.
“Cheng Yanqiu is a good child, and it is also the most suitable for you, but his body?”
Grandma Yun wanted to speak but stopped, but Feng Yin replied without hesitation: “If my grandfather was in poor health back then, wouldn’t you be with him?”
“How can that be!”
Grandma Yun blurted out, nodded in an instant, patted Feng Yin’s back hand and said, “I understand, but I still hope you will live a good life.”
“I know, no matter how long Cheng Yanqiu lives, I will live a good life.”
Grandma Yun looked at Feng Yin seriously, and she believed it.
The car drove into the moonlight from dusk. The moonlight tonight was particularly bright, like a huge white jade plate hanging in the air.
“I hate Fengcheng family, and I hate myself even more.”
Grandma Yun said the reason for her coming tonight.
Feng Yin didn’t say anything, but just landed his palm warmed by milk tea on Grandma Yun’s arm.