Su Xiaomeng's screams were heart-wrenching.
Yin Meng's lips trembled...
She really wanted, really wanted to walk to Su Xiaomeng's side, to hug her grief-stricken close friend, to hug this woman who lost her husband, to hug her little aunt...
Bai Sidong was stunned, the screen still showed an immobile ceiling.
Su Xiaomeng's hoarse cries carried despair, earth-shattering.
The sound of knocking on the door echoed,
"Madam!"
Claire was outside, her voice anxious.
Su Xiaomeng was holding her head, ten fingers buried in her hair, clutching tightly to her hair...
The whole person curled into a ball, just crouching behind the door.
Claire knocked on the door anxiously, yet she couldn't get any response.
Outside the door, Claire vaguely heard Su Xiaomeng sobbing hoarsely. She knew something might have happened to Mr. Yin.
"Madam, please open the door, don't lock yourself in the room..."
"..."
"Madam——"
"Ah——!"
