Before leaving, Xie Ning glanced at the people inside the villa.
Lu Qin was kneeling at the kitchen entrance, wailing her heart out. Zhu HuiZhen, pale-faced, huddled in a corner with her daughter, gasping for breath.
Zhong Shichong sat on the floor, still in a daze.
Li Xiang stood beside a tall, pale young man, carefully trying to comfort him.
Such is the tapestry of human life.
Xie Ning and the other two walked out the gate of Villa 59.
Glancing at Song Xiaolong, who was silently trailing behind her, Song You'ai couldn't help but sigh. "Xiaolong, you just saw it for yourself. Not one of those survivors in your family's villa is willing to lift a finger to help anyone else. It shows how selfish they are to the core."
"Your grandfather has been a pushover for decades, to the point he can't even tell insiders from outsiders. It's been hard on my aunt." Song You'ai sighed. "With so many strangers living in your house now, sometimes letting your guard down is the biggest danger."
