Yang Cui's face filled with anxiety.
She hurriedly supported Yao Yao's mother, who was about to kneel, and said in a rush, "Yao Yao's mother, what's wrong? Please, speak clearly. Isn't Yao Yao alright? How did things escalate to needing urgent help?"
Yao Yao's mother continued to sob uncontrollably, her face streaked with tears. "I… I don't know either! All I know is that your son is a man of great ability and influence. Even though he's in prison now, he could be released at any moment. That's why I came to you… Please, you must save my daughter! Ah, my poor girl…"
Her cries were heart-wrenching, earth-shattering, and unsurprisingly, they alarmed all the residents of the residential building, igniting whispers among them.
"What on earth is happening?"
"Who is her daughter? And who is that older woman with the golden hair? Is saving someone really that simple?!"
Luckily, Old Yao, the pillar of their family, was the first to step in and put a stop to the commotion.
