Zhou Lianshen stood at the window and went downstairs to look. There was heavy traffic outside and pedestrians walking in a hurry.

Life seems to be full of impetuousness.

His voice was gentle and he asked Zhou Ye calmly: "What is your purpose for calling me?"

Zhou Ye hesitated, sounding like he had just cried: "Will she go to jail? Can you...can you help her?"

Zhou Lianshen lit a cigarette while he was talking and pressed the lighter several times. The wisp of fire that was lit was blown out by the wind.

He repeated this action four or five times before finally lighting up the cigarette.

He said calmly: "How do you want me to help her? Help her confess, or help her escape?"

There was no emotion in his tone, I just wanted to ask him what he meant.

Zhou Ye was a little excited and said firmly: "I don't believe she would do such a thing!"

He sniffed and felt aggrieved: "I called Uncle Zhu, but no one answered. Uncle Zhu is a lawyer, if he can..."

Zhou Lianshen immediately rejected his idea: "Xiaoye, no matter how capable you and I are, Uncle Zhu cannot ignore the law."

Perhaps it was because of his always gentle attitude that even if father and son had differences, Zhou Ye rarely quarreled with him.

Just the sound of the child sniffing all the time makes people feel heavy.

Zhou Lianshen blew out the smoke and said, "Since you believe she has never done such a thing, why worry? The police will not unjustly accuse her for no reason. If she is innocent, she will be fine soon."

"If she really did it..." At this point, he paused, shook his cigarette ashes into the trash can with his eyes lowered, and said slowly: "Xiaoye, I know, she is your mother, and she has been your mother for so many years.

The family love that everyone longs for. However, one cannot be foolish and filial, let alone blindly prefer another person."

He held the cigarette, crushed it in the gap in the trash can, and then threw it in along the gap, saying: "In a few months, it will be your 14th birthday. You are one year older. Dad hopes

, you can look at things more rationally."

Zhou Ye seemed unable to listen to too many words at this moment, and his tone was full of anxiety: "But, but she..."

Zhou Lianshen could only say: "If she is really unjust, I will help her."

This white lie was meant to soothe the emotions of a 13-year-old boy who was about to collapse.

He then added: "If not, I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do."

Zhou Ye has an arrogant and rebellious personality, but he is also much precocious than other children of the same age. He has always been a soft-spoken person. When he heard what he said, he could only respond angrily: "...I understand."

Zhou Lianshen reminded: "Don't disturb your Uncle Zhu. He is a lawyer and is not suitable to get involved."

Zhou Ye: "...Oh."

As he was talking, he heard a "tap-tap" sound coming from far and near, which was the sound of a cane tapping on the solid wood floor.

When Zhou Lenshen turned around, Lu Peichuan was only two steps away from him.

He walked with a limp, and the cane didn't help much. It was just a decoration.

Zhou Lianshen saw him getting closer and closer, and responded to Zhou Ye with a gentler tone: "Dad is busy and will go back in the evening. If there is anything else, we can talk about it later, okay?"

"Oh..." Zhou Ye's muffled voice came.

Immediately, he hung up the phone.

Lu Peichuan is about the same height as Zhou Lenshen, but his left leg is disabled, making it difficult to stand as straight as him.

He held the cane in the hand with the wedding ring, knocked it twice on the floor intentionally or unintentionally, took out a pack of cigarettes from his trouser pocket, and said with a smile: "I went out to smoke a cigarette, but I forgot to bring a lighter."

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As he said that, he kowtowed one, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Can I borrow a fire?"

Zhou Lianshen handed over his lighter.

Lu Peichuan bit the cigarette, took it and lit it.

He took two steps and stood in front of the trash can. He tapped the lighter on it and then threw it in through the gap. When he looked at him, he still smiled: "Thank you."

This is somewhat provocative.

Zhou Lenshen, who was in his twenties, had already punched him.

Lu Peichuan was actually ready. But more than a minute passed, and he stood there expressionless, without any movement. Even the eyes that met him could not tell the slightest emotion.

The smoke exhaled by Lu Peichuan entangled between the two of them. His facial features were a little blurred, but his laughter was particularly clear: "Leng Shen, you look much calmer than before."

Zhou Lianshen said: "No one is static."

He put the phone back in his pocket and walked away. Suddenly he thought of something and without looking back, he just said lightly: "Now that you are back, remember to take the time to see mom."

Lu Peichuan smiled coldly: "I have been kicked out of the Zhou family, am I still qualified to see her?"

Zhou Lenshen didn't answer and went straight into the box.

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In the evening, Shu Wan and Zhou Lianshen went to the pet hospital to pick up Congee.

Under the doctor's care, the puppy seemed to have gained a little weight and became more lively. He started to have fun when he returned home.

Qiao Ning bought a lot of things for it before, including snacks and dog food.

Shu Wan first fed it food and threw a few toys, and then returned to Guanshan Garden with Zhou Lianshen.

It was already a little late, Zhao Lan might have gone to bed early.

When they entered the door, they heard the sound of a TV series coming from the direction of the living room.

Without turning on the light, I saw a tall and thin figure sitting on the sofa watching TV.

The blue light reflected from the TV screen shone on his face. The child lost the domineering arrogance of the past, and now his whole person appeared dull.

Zhou Lianshen turned on the light, frowned, and walked up to him: "Xiao Ye."

The two of them blocked the TV series being played behind them. Zhou Ye had to raise his head and focus on them.

He blinked and looked at Zhou Lenshen: "You're back."

Zhou Lianshen frowned more tightly: "Why are your eyes swollen like this?"

Zhou Ye remained silent.

He asked: "Have you had dinner?"

Zhou Ye shook his head.

Seeing this, Shu Wan said considerately: "I'll go get him some food. Can you guys chat?"

Zhou Lianshen nodded.

After Shu Wan entered the kitchen, he picked up the remote control on the coffee table, turned off the TV with his backhand, sat across from Zhou Ye, and said in a deep voice: "We don't know the specific situation now, what's the point of torturing yourself like this?"

Zhou Ye pursed his lips: "I'm just worried... that I'll never see her again."

As he spoke, he seemed about to cry again.

I don’t know where the 13-year-old boy came from to shed so many tears.

Zhou Lianshen said with a bit of sarcasm: "Even if she is sentenced, her family members will be allowed to visit her every month."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Ye's red eyes stared at him full of emotion.

Zhou Lianshen raised his chin slightly and narrowed his eyes. In a daze, he felt that Zhou Ye looked very much like that person.

The moment he provoked himself, his eyes were exactly the same as Zhou Ye's.

Zhou Lianshen asked him: "Why are you looking at me like this?"

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