"Don't defend him anymore, do you know? When I arrived at the Gu Group today, I overheard him at the door telling the director and secretary to tear it down. His tone was so resolute, so cold—it couldn't have been fake!"
Thinking of what had just happened, Shang Xixia's tears began to fall rapidly, one drop after another. She had been as silent as a ghost moments ago, but now her voice involuntarily rose a pitch! The young woman pointed at the bed, and Yu Tingting immediately extended her hand to support Shang Xixia to the bedside. Shang Xixia threw herself onto the bed, burying herself in the duvet, curling into a soft and pitiful heap.
So pitiful, small and frail, but the tears continued to fall, one after another, never ceasing. Though the young woman stretched out her soft, pale hand to press against her mouth, she still couldn't stop the untamed flood of pain from spilling forth.
