Xu Meng only vaguely heard Old Sir Wu's hoarse voice,
"Everyone come with me to the study!"
Then there were the sounds of footsteps going upstairs.
Soon it returned to silence, but Wu Fei felt the air around her was so heavy it could crush her shoulders. Through the study door, she could even hear her grandfather's shouting and Mrs. Wu's faint sobbing.
On the grid shelf against one wall, there were a few picture frames.
The elder uncle was not in them, and it was hard to spot the elder uncle in the family photos.
Wu Fei heard the sound of a car outside.
She hurried to the window to look down.
With short and thick hair, Song Moting had deep and sharp eyes, and his sharply-defined features had made many people fall for him. At least she had seen Song Moting that way back then.
