The moment Sang Yuling heard those bewildered questions, her body stiffened slightly under her daughter's gaze. A deeply complicated, pained expression appeared on her face. She honestly did not know how she should go about explaining everything that had happened to her daughter.
There were simply too many bizarre things to explain, from spiritual dimensions to corporate greed. More importantly, she did not even know how to tell her daughter the true, sinister reason all of this had happened to her in the first place.
"Mom?" Ji Gu Niang called out again, her voice wavering when she noticed her mother's strange, heavy silence.
Sang Yuling could only look back at her daughter with an extremely complicated, sorrowful expression. Ji Gu Niang frowned slightly, a sense of unease settling into her chest. Before she could press for another answer, a crisp knock suddenly resounded from the room's wooden door.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
