"This is..."

The Fang Family.

Watching as their daughter and Jiang Chen inexplicably left halfway through buying groceries, then returned with a child, the old couple exchanged glances.

In that moment of eye contact.

The couple simultaneously thought of a certain possibility.

No, that’s not right.

This child should at least be in elementary school, probably in third or fourth grade, during that time, how old would their daughter have been?

Probably just reached adulthood.

Fang Qing naturally didn’t realize the mental whirlwind her parents were experiencing, she left saying, "Jiang Chen can explain it to you," and then led the little boy to the bathroom.

The boy was too dirty and needed cleaning.

The couple watched the two figures, then their eyes fell unanimously on Jiang Chen’s face.

"He is the son of a Greenfield Phase II homeowner."

"Greenfield homeowner’s son?"

Fang Weiguo was surprised.

Pan Hui asked, "A friend of yours?"

Jiang Chen shook his head and briefly explained the situation.

Being a lawyer, he was alert. Tianci’s legal team had anticipated the possible situation and advised the most troublesome homeowner to contact them in case of an emergency.

Of course.

Playing the role of bricks-and-mortar, Wei Yuntao was also wise, understanding the risks involved in his actions and the style of Green Land, so he had forewarned his son.

"Outrageous. Not only are they not handing over the house, but they’re also sending people to jail, driving people to a dead end!"

Hearing the general situation, Fang Weiguo was filled with righteous indignation.

Putting up banners is wrong.

But if there were other ways to defend one’s rights, who would be willing to take such measures?

"Those unscrupulous Green Land bastards, they deserve to be hit! With their reckless behavior, it’s only a matter of time before someone dies!"

"What about the boy’s mother? Fighting those people, she shouldn’t have brought the child along."

Pan Hui asked.

Neither of them believed the homeowner was at fault, just felt it was not appropriate to bring the child.

"His mother died a few years back from pneumoconiosis, caused by work. Like his father, she was a bricklayer. While alive, the couple worked hard together. After she passed, he and his father depended on each other."

Jiang Chen paused, "Part of the money his father used to buy the house came from his mother’s ’inheritance.’"

Hearing this, Fang Weiguo and Pan Hui were moved, feeling a tightness in their chest, struggling to breathe.

Indeed, the rope breaks at the thin spot, misfortune seeks out the unfortunate.

Previously, they saw only the pitiful side of Zhang Zhongquan, unaware it was just the tip of the iceberg.

"These immoral businessmen are truly..."

Fang Weiguo clenched his fists, teeth gnashing.

"So this means the child has no family in Sha City?"

"Yes."

"Ah..."

Pan Hui sighed heavily, with all her words contained in that sigh.

Fang Qing brought the little boy out, his dust simply cleaned, hair simply wiped.

"Don’t you have band-aids? Fetch some, his hand is injured."

Jiang Chen went home and brought some band-aids.

"Thank you, Auntie. I’ll do it myself."

Fang Qing didn’t insist, handing the band-aids over to him.

Seeing the boy so sensible, Fang Family’s parents couldn’t bear it.

His mother was gone.

If his father went in as well, this child would be too pitiful.

"Qing Qing, you must help them."

"Go cook, the child probably hasn’t eaten yet."

Fang Weiguo said.

"Okay."

Pan Hui first fetched some snacks, then continued cooking with complex emotions.

"Little one, want some cookies?"

Fang Weiguo tried to show a kindly smile.

"Thank you, Grandpa."

The boy who refused Lu Xu’s mint candy at the project office accepted the cookies, not out of greed but to accept the kindness.

Calling him grandpa directly struck a note with Fang Weiguo, had his daughter married earlier, perhaps he might have held a grandson already.

"Good boy. Don’t be afraid. Here with Grandpa, no one can hurt you."

"I’m not afraid!"

The little boy immediately said.

Fang Weiguo nodded, praised, "Yes, truly a brave little man!"

The boy lowered his head, nibbling on the cookie, obedient and well-behaved.

"What’s your name?"

"Wei Wujie."

Wujie.

Such a simple wish.

"Do you miss your dad?"

Jiang Chen asked with a smile.

The little boy looked up, nodded vigorously, "Uncle, my dad isn’t a bad person!"

Jiang Chen nodded, "Your dad certainly isn’t a bad person."

"Then why did the police uncle take my dad?"

Faced with a question from such a young child, the adults fell silent.

Indeed.

If his dad isn’t a bad person, then why was he taken?

Aren’t cops supposed to catch bad guys?

"The police uncle didn’t take your dad, just invited him to learn about the situation."

Fang Qing squatted down, meeting the boy’s eyes.

"But they said, my dad is going to jail."

"Who said that?"

"They... those bad guys who won’t give us a house."

Fang Qing smiled gently, "Since they’re bad guys, how can you believe what they say? Do you know what bad guys are most skilled at?"

Little boy Wei Wujie shook his head.

"Bad guys are best at scaring people."

"So my dad won’t be going to jail, right?"

"Of course."

Having nearly ten years old, with his own thoughts and basic recognition abilities, little boy Wei Wujie didn’t relax, nor did he show a smile, evidently not fully convinced.

"Auntie is a lawyer; would a lawyer’s words be wrong?"

"Auntie is a lawyer?"

"Yes, aren’t you the one who called Auntie’s lawyer colleague?"

The young boy let his guard down, "Dad said you’re good people and would help us."