Shu Yu and Meng Han froze simultaneously, turning their heads towards the source of the sound.
"It's the kitchen."
The two of them quickly ran to the kitchen, and just as they reached the doorway, they saw bowls and dishes shattered into pieces on the floor, along with white porridge spilled all over.
And there was Ms. Tao, squatting on the ground, staring blankly at the broken porcelain. After a moment, she suddenly covered her face and began to sob.
Meng Han was startled and hurriedly went forward to support her, "Mother, what's wrong? Are you hurt? Let me see."
Ms. Tao shook her head and suddenly embraced her tightly, choking up as she spoke, "I'm sorry, Ah Han, I'm so sorry."
Meng Han stiffened, this was the first time she had ever heard these three words directed at her from Ms. Tao in all these years. For a moment, she suddenly felt particularly aggrieved, and her eyes couldn't help but become red.
