It was Zhou Ming’s mother’s voice.
Shu Wan actually asked quite calmly, "What’s wrong? Your son is dead?"
"You truly have no conscience, no wonder you raised such a vicious son. Lin Yang has killed my son, yet you’re still so calm!!!"
On the phone, Zhou Ming’s mother was hysterical, as if trying to express her sorrow and anger with a loud voice.
"He’s dead or not, you know very well."
Shu Wan said indifferently, then hung up the phone.
Such indifference from Shu Wan made the corners of Zhou Ming’s mother’s mouth twist up in a sinister smile before turning to the camera with tears streaming, "You see, Shu Wan never cooperates. Every time I approach her, I get cursed out."
As she spoke, Zhou Ming’s mother immediately pulled out a death certificate for Zhou Ming, "My son suffered so badly at their hands. I will seek justice to the end. As long as Shu Wan doesn’t apologize to my son, I will keep suing her."
Right when Zhou Ming’s mother vowed to seek justice to the end, a staff member promptly displayed a QR code for donations.
[How pitiful, even a stranger would not be this indifferent, let alone when Zhou Ming was killed by Lin Yang. Damn it, who can punish this mother and son who act so atrociously? Can they do whatever they want just because they have money?]
[I support you in seeking justice to the end. People should be sued until they’re shunned by everyone, never to appear in public view again.]
[Although I feel sorry for your son’s death... I remember, didn’t Zhou Ming manage to raise over ten million in donations before? Now that your son has just died, you’re starting to raise funds again?]
Even though some questioned the frequency of Zhou Ming’s mother’s fundraising, these skeptical remarks were drowned out by the rising tide of public outrage.
The news of Zhou Ming’s death was explosive, and with the contrast of Shu Wan’s indifferent attitude, Zhou Ming’s mother collected a significant amount of donations.
With such intense media attention and countless marketing accounts and news outlets fueling the fire for a week, the donations she received far exceeded everyone’s expectations.
In people’s hearts, Zhou Ming’s mother was grief-stricken, almost wishing to die with her son, a paragon of justice who feared no power.
However, at this moment, in the Zhou family’s villa, Zhou Ming’s mother was happily watching the continuous flow of transactions into her bank account, her face beaming with joy, "My husband was saying money isn’t easy to earn, but I think it’s pretty easy. In just this short time, I’ve made tens of millions."
Just then, Zhou Ming’s father returned to the villa. Surprised to see his wife not out playing cards but waiting in the living room for him, he asked, "You haven’t gone to play cards lately?"
"Husband, you’re back?!"
Seeing Zhou Ming’s father return, Zhou Ming’s mother rushed to greet him. The father had been abroad on business and had not been back for a month. She was just thinking about giving him a surprise phone call, never expecting him to return so soon.
"You look so happy. Did you win money?"
Zhou Ming’s father was a traditional businessman, his life’s pursuit was a warm family.
His wife, although a bit foolish and fond of playing cards, had borne him children, so he mostly chose to be tolerant.
"No, look," said Zhou Ming’s mother, handing her cell phone to her husband. He glanced at the long string of digits, almost mistaking them for fake, "Where did you get all this money?!"
Zhou Ming’s father looked at his wife in amazement, "I never realized you had such talent before. That’s impressive. Where is Zhou Ming now?"
As soon as Zhou Ming’s father had finished talking, the phone rang, "Hello, my son, how is that possible? Let me ask my wife."
After hanging up, Zhou Ming’s father looked disconcerted and grabbed his wife’s arm anxiously, "Where is Zhou Ming? Why are my business partners saying that Zhou Ming is dead?"
"He’s not dead, he’s safe and sound in his hometown. I’m planning to send him abroad."
"Then why are so many people saying he’s dead?"
Zhou Ming’s father had not turned on his phone since he landed, and after he finished the call and checked it, he found a multitude of messages offering condolences.
"Oh, come over and sit down, let me explain it to you slowly."
Zhou Ming’s mother said, pulling her husband to the sofa, and then proceeded to explain the whole sequence of events.
"Am I smart? I have already contacted a school abroad and am planning to send our son there. Nobody will recognize him anyway, and given some time..."