This room is at the end of the corridor, and Xue Yulan slightly controlled her volume to ensure that her voice wouldn't reach the few people in the living room downstairs.
"Shaoguang, you've been locked in the room for several days now, what is it all for? Even if you don't think about yourself, consider me! Yaoyao lost her child, do you think I'm not heartbroken too? That was the first child of the Xue Family! If it were a boy, he would be the heir of the Xue Family! I understand your pain, but as a man, you don't go avenge the person who caused Yaoyao's miscarriage, and instead, you wallow in despair, refusing even to leave the room. What kind of man are you?"
Inside the room, there was still no response.
"Shaoguang—" Xue Yulan grew agitated, "You hide in your room grieving, while others are downstairs enjoying family bliss! You lost a child, yet they're downstairs merrily discussing whether to have a son or a daughter!"
