An Ran turned to look at Mr. Wei and said with a smile, "You are a very kind old man. I came to visit you out of respect. This fruit is a small token of my gratitude to you, my honor."

The woman brought two cups of tea and placed them on both sides of the table. She was startled when she saw the fruit An Ran had brought. She looked at An Ran, then at Old Wei, unsure whether to accept it or not.

When Mr. Wei saw An Ran's fruits, he was also stunned. In addition to apples and bananas, An Ran brought another kind of fruit that they had never seen before, and they couldn't buy it even if they had money.

Old Wei looked at An Ran. He didn't expect her to bring such expensive fruit to visit him. He nodded to his wife, who put the fruit away and placed it on the table nearby.

Elder Wei gestured for An Ran to sit down. After An Ran sat down, Elder Wei said, "Girl, this is my wife Yu Minhua."

An Ran stood up and said, "Hello, Madam Wei. I apologize for my sudden visit, so please excuse me for being a little abrupt."

Mrs. Wei waved her hand and said, "Sit down, child. I've heard Old Wei mention you. He said you're a nice person, capable and talented. I've wanted to meet you for a long time, and I'm curious about what kind of comrade Old Wei praised. It's an honor for us to have you here. Why are you being so rude? Please take a seat."

After nodding and sitting down, Mr. Wei got straight to the point and asked, "Girl, you wouldn't come here for no reason, would you? Tell me what you want to say."

An Ran smiled, looked at the couple, and asked, "Mr. Wei, I know it's not nice of me to ask this, but please forgive me. Could you tell me how your eldest son passed away?"

An Ran clearly felt the old couple stiffen when they heard this. Old Wei glared at An Ran sharply, and they exchanged silent stares.

An Ran was not afraid of his gaze at all. She looked straight into his eyes, wanting to see something from his eyes.

After a long while, Old Wei asked, "Girl, what made you think of asking that person?"

An Ran took out the photos she had taken and placed them in front of him. She said nothing and continued to look at Mr. Wei.

When Elder Wei saw the photo on the table, his eyes widened in disbelief. He stood up from his chair and grabbed the photo to look at it. Wasn't Feng Cong dead? But this photo looked like it was taken just now. What was going on?

After a while, he put the photo on the table and looked at An Ran. He asked, "Child, where did this photo come from? Who gave it to you?"

An Ran smiled and replied, "Mr. Wei, I got the photo by accident. As for who gave it to me, please don't tell me. I came here today, not only to visit Mr. Wei, but also to find out about this person. I hope Mr. Wei can explain it to me. Of course, you don't have to tell me. This is your right, and I can't force you.

If Elder Wei sees him, he can tell him to act on his behalf and let him fend for himself. I don't care what he does, but if he hurts someone close to me, no matter who he is or how powerful he is, I will punish him, even if he is far away."

Hearing her words, "Even if they are far away, they will be punished," she emphasized them deeply. Old Wei was startled, looking at An Ran, who smiled like a flower, yet exuded a murderous aura. He knew in his heart that the photo was indeed of Feng Cong, but how did this dead person come back to life?

Although he and I have severed our father-son relationship, he is still our son after all. It would be a lie to say that I am not worried.

He sighed dejectedly, sat down and leaned back in his chair. He slowly spoke, "He is the child of my late wife and me. He was named Wei Fengcong. When my late wife passed away, he was only eight years old, and it happened that I was about to go to the battlefield with the troops. My late wife's future was arranged by my parents and children together.

I left for ten years, returning to my hometown only after the war. By then, my father had passed away, leaving only my mother and Feng Cong. Later, when I was transferred here, I brought them with me. I met my current wife during the war, and we married and had children.

Feng Cong was deeply resentful and resentful of them. Because I felt so indebted to him, I constantly appeased my wife and gave him some leniency. Not long after, my mother passed away, and I wanted to find him a wife so he could start a family. But I never imagined he would actually join a faction opposed to our organization. Many things, upon investigation, were linked to him.

I know my actions were a bit selfish, but I couldn't take my wife and child with me to die with him. So I severed our father-son relationship.

Later, because of my medical skills, the many wounded soldiers I had saved, and my many contributions, the higher-ups spared me. However, due to party affiliation, he shot and killed several of my comrades and was subsequently executed.

Hearing this, An Ran stared closely at Wei Lao's eyes, trying to discern the truth from his gaze. After staring for a long time, she realized that he didn't seem to be lying, which raised a question.

Since capital punishment means death by gunfire, how did he escape? Did he bribe the executioners to escape? Or was there a scapegoat who died in his place?

After thinking for a while, he asked, "Mr. Wei, has anyone appeared near your home recently?"

Mr. Wei thought for a moment, shook his head and said, "No, I'm either at work or at home, and I haven't seen anyone suspicious."

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Madam Wei, whose face was solemn and worried. He asked, "Madam, have you discovered anything? If so, please don't hide it. Hiding it will not benefit you, Mr. Wei, or your son."