It's rare for Jiang Jingze to say so much.
With every word he said, Zhang Qianhai's hand holding the knife trembled a little more.
By the end, his whole body was shaking like a sieve.
With a clang, the pig-killing knife fell to the ground.
Zhang Qianhai burst into tears.
"I hate them, I hate them!"
Jiang Jingze walked up to Zhang Qianhai and handed over a piece of paper.
"Use your brain to deal with hate, not a knife."
"It's not worth it."
Zhang Qianhai took the paper and opened it to find a string of numbers.
"Whose number is this?"
Jiang Jingze mentioned a name that was familiar yet strange.
"Who?" For a moment, Zhang Qianhai didn't react.
After all, that name had disappeared from Daye Village for so long.
Jiang Jingze reminded him again, and Zhang Qianhai suddenly realized.
Jiang Jingze reminded Zhang Qianhai.
"You should all know what kind of person he is."
"Maybe all these years, he's been looking for that mother and daughter too."
