As Lin Qingyun walked in, she saw the worried Zhao Kangyou and Zhang Cuimei. Surprised to see her, the elderly couple exclaimed, "Miss Lin, what brings you here?"
Lin Qingyun wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and forced a smile. "Uncle, Auntie, I came to see how you were doing."
Zhang Cuimei replied with a kind smile, "Miss Lin, you're here for Xiao Dong, aren't you? To be honest, we have no idea where he's gone. He left the night before last and hasn't returned. We can't even get through to his phone..."
Lin Qingyun's heart ached again. This was all her fault. If she hadn't gone to find Zhao Dong, maybe he wouldn't have died.
Her nose tingled, and she almost burst into tears. Restraining herself, she choked out, "Auntie, Zhao Dong... he..."
Zhang Cuimei's lips trembled slightly. "Miss Lin, what happened to my Dongzi?"
