He knew that Li Wuchi's kindness to him was just a facade; otherwise, why would he openly humiliate him? Did he look down on him after learning about his background?
Resentment did not cloud Zhou Wenzhu's judgment. More than temporary displeasure, he wanted to know what Li Wuchi was doing at the production team.
"Brother Wenzhu, my dad has been reported."
Li Wuchi burst into tears, for Zhou Wenzhu was like a brother to him.
Zhou Wenzhu nodded, feeling a sense of satisfaction as he watched Li Wuchi cry. He knew that he was the one who reported Li Daqiang.
“My mother was also taken away by those people. If she hadn’t hidden me in the hole in the bed, I would have been taken away too.”
Li Wuchi was even more heartbroken, as if he had returned to that day, alone, listening to the sounds outside, afraid to come out, afraid to make a sound, lost and helpless.
Zhou Wenzhu lowered his eyes. Of course he knew that what Li Wuchi said was true; it was he who had brought the person to their house.
For some reason, he was happy that Li Wuchi was down on his luck, as if he had dragged someone living in paradise into hell, which brought him some comfort.
It's as if it's saying, "Don't be afraid, it's okay. You're not the only one who's changed; there are people who are even worse off than you."
"Brother Wenzhu, I know who killed my parents."
Wiping away her tears, a startling hatred flashed in her eyes. Zhou Wenzhu fearfully looked away, her hand discreetly picking up a sharp stone behind her back.
Who is it?
"It's Li Aiguo."
The stone was quietly put down. Zhou Wenzhu looked at Li Wuchi in surprise, not understanding why Li Wuchi had connected the matter to Boss Li.
"How...how did you know?"
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