Zhou Shiran arrived at the gates of the Yu family's residence early the next morning.
According to information she had gathered, the Yu family patriarch would take his walk at this time every morning.
With a 'click', the gate opened, and the still-erect Yu Changhui walked out.
Then he started to jog along the road.
Seeing this, Zhou Shiran quickly followed. "Mr. Yu, good morning, I have something I need to discuss with you!"
Yu Changhui pretended not to hear and continued to run ahead.
Zhou Shiran had no choice but to quicken her pace, incessantly speaking from behind. "Mr. Yu, I wish to talk to you about the matter of your granddaughter-in-law having had a child."
Yu Changhui stopped, turned around, and looked at her.
Despite his age, his gaze was still sharp as a tack. "You want to threaten me?"
Zhou Shiran gave a knowing smile. "It seems, Mr. Yu, you must be aware of the matter concerning An Ning's child."
"Shut up," Yu Changhui hissed in a low voice.