If it's the latter, then did my grandmother really have a hand in my mother's death?
"Where's Grandpa? Why haven't I seen him? Is he in the cellar?" Lu Zechuan's mind stirred as he continued to ask, "I'll go with Mianmian to have a look!"
As Lu Zechuan spoke, he took Xia Mian's hand and walked towards the Shen Family cellar.
A flash of panic crossed Murong Shuang's face, but she forced a smile and blocked Lu Zechuan's path, "No, your grandfather, went out... went out..."
Murong Shuang's face was somewhat pale, her expression abnormal, an obvious lie.
Xia Mian squinted her eyes, opting not to entangle further with Murong Shuang, but instead turned and walked toward the single-story building where Shen Xiang lived.
Lu Zechuan followed closely behind.
Seeing the direction the two were heading, Murong Shuang's face changed suddenly, "Ah Chuan, what are you going to do? You just got here, why not rest in the living room first..."
