The sky began to drizzle softly, and it was gradually becoming stiflingly hot.
Summer was approaching step by step.
In the neighborhood, the rumors about the Cheng Family were increasing day by day.
People felt even more sympathy for Zhao Haishuang.
Faced with the death of her son and the imprisonment of her husband, this pitiful woman seemed to have aged ten years overnight.
And not only that, Cheng Guomin's assets were also set to be confiscated.
Including the house they currently lived in.
Zhao Haishuang felt as if the sky was collapsing.
Having been a wealthy, high-society lady for so many years, she had never imagined she would end up in such a state.
Though she still technically owned some assets and had purchased a couple of properties in the past, what good were these meager possessions?
She had lost an entire family, and she had also lost her husband and son.
Emotionally overwhelmed, Zhao Haishuang broke down and fainted from crying.
