Timeless Love (When Bright Moon Encounter the Dark Clouds) Chapter 43: Tan Jiao 07 (2)

According to the case files and the information Zhuang Yu gathered, Zhu Fengxian still ran a small mart, while his wife who passed away used to be a primary school teacher. Bitter and frail, the old man seemed to have a certain hatred for people. Currently, he had a worried look in his eyes. Usually, such an elderly man would have great authority in the family. 

Zhu Zhongling was an average office worker. From his appearance, he seemed like an honest middle-aged man. Although he was not necessarily smart, he definitely had that strict look similar to his father. His wife was a cashier at a supermarket, a chubby middle-aged woman with a round face, messy hair, pointed brow, and teary eyes.

Zhu Jirui was a bank teller. She looked decent, but her fiance, Yan Yuan, had even better features. Even though he could not be considered handsome, his tall figure did give him a dashing look. It was said that he ran a decent-sized company. While he was not super rich, he was definitely considered well off in the city of Dali.

The couple each had a diamond ring on their ring fingers, so it was evident that they had a good relationship. When Zhu Jirui reached her hand out for help, Yan Yuan would help her. He would even help the other Zhu family members.

As for why we had not informed the police? Wu Yu and I had discussed it on our way here. First, we wanted to have clear evidence before notifying Shen Shiyan to quash their doubts. Secondly, we did not want to alert the perpetrator.

After they walked ahead, Wu Yu got up slowly with me mirroring his movements closely. We hid behind the trees as we followed them.

Finally, it was dark.

The hill was eerily quiet at night as if it was haunted. The blowing wind caused the trees to rustle. Illumination was non-existent, so the Zhu family had to use their torchlights. As they walked slowly, the cries of Zhu Zhihan’s mother echoed in the air with the occasional ‘Shhh’ from her husband. The rings on Zhu Jirui and Yan Yuan’s fingers would sparkle occasionally, vaguely reflecting the lights from the

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