"Isn't it ironic? And this isn't even the most ironic part."
In theory, Zheng Zai should be happy describing all this, but he isn't.
His expression carries confusion. Wen Xishu is also slightly puzzled.
Old Zheng truly is quite tragic, but also could be called a hero; that's not ironic at all.
But soon, Wen Xishu understood what it was all about.
"Officer Liu Jinsen also brought me some things. He let me handle it myself, and he won't interfere."
Mr. Liu really cares about his friend... Wen Xishu had to admire him.
This is what they call widening the path.
"What things?" Wen Xishu asked.
Zheng Zai said:
"It's evidence of my dad's crime. Evidence of my father's crime, ha. It truly exists... He wasn't wronged; he truly is... a criminal."
Zheng Zai laughed bitterly and self-mockingly.
Wen Xishu suddenly understood why Old Zheng was confused.
"I was wishfully living under the illusion of my father, but my dad actually is guilty; he wasn't wronged... but now, he's innocent."
