Old Lin washed his hands and took Nan Zhi to the yard.
There were flowers and birds in the yard and a table for drinking Kungfu tea.
Nan Zhi and Old Lin talked about each other's recent situation. After some polite conversation, Nan Zhi tactfully mentioned her uncle's car accident. "Uncle Lin, was the surname of the person my uncle hit called Mu?"
Old Lin did not know why Nan Zhi would ask about it after so many years, but since the case was already closed, the things the adults of her family knew, he saw no reason to hide. "Yes, Mu Yuan. Your uncle's car collided with his and he died on the spot like your uncle."
Nan Zhi's heart tightened.
"Other than Mr Mu Yuan, was there also a teenager named Mu Sihan in the car?"
