Zhou Yaru was in no mood for shopping. Her son and his family were gone, and she hadn't yet recovered from the psychological trauma. To the old lady, her granddaughter's carefree shopping seemed heartless. After all, he was the girl's uncle. Even if there was no affection between them, she shouldn't be so gleeful for the sake of the old couple.

Therefore, Zhou Yaru accompanied Jiang Qiao with a gloomy face throughout the morning.

After returning home, she secretly complained to her father, "I used to think this girl was sensible, but now it seems she's nothing special. Look, her uncle is gone, and she still has the mood to go shopping. It seems that a grandson is not as good as a biological grandson."

Wen Songtao sighed deeply, "You old woman, why are you so narrow-minded? Who is Jiang Qiao doing this for? Isn't it to help our son find the murderer and avenge us?"

How could you possibly complain about the child? Don't you think about who that child came all this way for?

Other people's children are also studying. Our grandson has already gone to school, and this girl is still staying here. Who is she doing this for? Do you really think this child has nothing better to do than travel around and have fun?

Let me tell you, the purpose of taking your child shopping is not to buy things, but to let them observe where bad people are hiding.

Song Yuzhu is usually at home. How does she contact her accomplices? She must be doing it while shopping or buying groceries. Otherwise, how could she have kept it from us so well?

"Old woman, I know you're heartbroken, but we can't let the child's feelings be distorted. If it weren't for Jiang Qiao, you might be smoking opium right now."

The old man's words left the old woman speechless.

She glanced at her husband sheepishly and asked, "Are you serious?"

What do you think?

Zhou Yaru was genuinely embarrassed this time. "I misunderstood. Okay, I know what to do next."

Jiang Qiao had just finished cooking when Song Shutian arrived. "What's up? Something's going on?"

Song Shutian sighed, "What a show! I'm so angry! Tell me about these people, what's going on? They just listen to whoever pays them, without even looking at what's going on with the grave. Our people were only eating for a short while, and the grave was dug up. Luckily, they didn't see the bottom."

Jiang Qiao snorted, "Tell your people to withdraw. If the other side still goes after you come out like this, they'll really be a fool."

That's why I'm annoyed.

Wen Songtao came out. "What happened? Didn't you catch them?"

Song Shutian shook his head. "He's just like the driver who got into trouble with your boss. He'll do anything for money. I just don't understand how much money these enemy agents have that they're making them go through all this trouble?"

Wen Songtao couldn't say for sure about this matter. "They might have their own channels and funds specifically for buying and selling to these people."

"Alright, stop getting worked up. If these guys were stupid, they wouldn't have been sent here. It just means our opponents are shrewd. But that's kind of interesting."

Song Shutian looked at Jiang Qiao in surprise, "You still think it's interesting? I'm about to be driven crazy by them. Hurry up and arrest these bastards so they can stop causing trouble everywhere."

Jiang Qiao patted Song Shutian's arm. "Comrade, be patient. Study their tactics. It will be much easier to arrest other people later."

Perhaps this Song Yuzhu is the leader of that Japanese organization? If we catch her, do you think we can easily catch her subordinates?

Let's have a quick meal here; I still have to patrol the streets this afternoon.

Song Shutian knew why Jiang Qiao was shopping, so he didn't say anything more.

To be honest, compared to Jiang Qiao, he lacked maturity and composure. He wondered how this little girl had developed such composure. Perhaps her upbringing played a significant role, but he wasn't envious of that. He would rather have a happy childhood than experience like Jiang Qiao's.

This time, the old lady didn't hesitate. She didn't even need to take a nap. After lunch, the grandmother and granddaughter set off again. The old lady was heading to avenge her son, while Jiang Qiao wanted to find someone as soon as possible, even if it was just the other party's contact point. That way, even if she left, her grandfather's safety would at least not be threatened.

As the old lady walked, she introduced the place to Jiang Qiao, while also recalling the places she had visited with Song Yuzhu.

On the first day, the two of them came up empty-handed, but they continued on the second day. In fact, Jiang Qiao was worried that the old lady's health wouldn't hold up, but the old lady said she was fine. It was probably for her son's sake that the old lady was giving it her all.

On the third day, the two continued. Jiang Qiao started buying whatever she saw that looked suitable, treating it like a shopping trip.

However, when Jiang Qiao walked into a pharmacy, she suddenly spotted a familiar face. She hadn't expected that these old spies were hiding behind the scenes.

This man wasn't trained with them, but she had seen him before; after all, they had worked in the same unit back then, so it was inevitable that they would have had contact.

However, Jiang Qiao did not go inside, but instead continued shopping with the old lady.

“Girl, there’s a clothing store up ahead. I brought Song Yuzhu here to have clothes made before. Since you’re here this time, Grandma doesn’t have any gifts for you. Let’s make a couple of outfits to take back. You’ve gotten so slim, I don’t have the energy to make any for you right now.”

Jiang Qiao readily agreed, "Grandma, let's go in and take a look. If there's something suitable, we'll make it; if not, we'll just consider it a look."

Shopping is tiring, but for the old lady, there's no time to think about her son. After a long day, she can fall asleep as soon as she gets home, without even a dream.

Jiang Qiao thought it was quite nice to walk with the old lady like this every day.

The clothing store was quite busy, with many people making clothes. Jiang Qiao glanced around; it seemed to be a family-run business. The woman greeted the elderly woman warmly, "Madam, you've arrived!"

The man was busy cutting, but he still looked up and smiled at the old lady.

Judging from the couple's skill level, they must have been doing this for a long time, and they both look quite old.

"Boss lady, do you have any good stock fabric? Could you bring out two pieces? I want to make a dress for my child."

After finishing her work, the proprietress quickly came over and said, "Madam, there aren't many pieces of fabric left at home. You're making it for the children, right? The little fabric I have doesn't seem to be suitable for children. It would be fine if you were to make it, but I'm worried that you might not like it."

Jiang Qiao waved her hand, "It's okay, I'll bring my own fabric next time. We just happened to be shopping and stopped by to take a look. If we find something suitable, we'll make it. No problem, you go ahead with your work—"

She had looked around the store and didn't find anything wrong with it yet.

Just as Zhou Yaru was about to help the old lady out, she suddenly felt the urge to go to the toilet.

“Madam, if you don’t mind, I’ll take you there.”