"Chen Mo... what kind of person is he?"
Ling Ningzhi was somewhat confused.
She walked aimlessly, the noise gradually fading, and the environment became increasingly quiet. When she looked up, she realized she had unknowingly arrived at the entrance of the Chen Mansion.
Looking at the open door, she hesitated for a moment, then walked in as if driven by an invisible force.
In contrast to the external tumult, the atmosphere inside the Chen Mansion, at the center of discussions, was quite somber.
Upon entering the main hall, she saw Chen Zhuo sitting in the main seat, his usually sharp eyes unfocused, holding a tea cup with the tea long gone cold, yet he was oblivious.
He Yuzhi was beside him, her face also carrying an indelible worry.
Shen Zhixia was curled up on a chair, her eyes bloodshot, clearly having just cried.
"Qingxuan is here."
Seeing Ling Ningzhi walk in, He Yuzhi forced a smile.
"Mr. Chen, Madam..."
