"Zhu Shuanghua."
Elder Jiang's face was filled with shock.
"Shuanghua? How could it be her?"
This outcome was something Jiang Yi took a long time to digest and only then came to believe.
If she hadn't seen the results with her own eyes, she too wouldn't have believed Zhu Shuanghua had once suffered from such a severe mental illness.
Elder Jiang thought for a moment and said: "Could it be a mistake? As far as I know, Shuanghua has always been quite normal. When she was young, she almost grew up with my mother, under my watchful eyes every day. If she really had such an illness, how could we not have known?"
This is exactly what Jiang Yi is suspicious about.
