Han Ruochen, who was in her room, couldn't care less about what her mother was thinking. She had totally forgotten about Yang Jianming and his family. She was now thinking about her second brother, Han Jianyou. That little brat didn't come home again even though it was already the weekend. She wondered if Han Jianyou was with those toxic friends of his. Han Ruochen was worried but there was nothing she could do.
Sighing, she could only close her eyes and go to sleep; she would think about what to do slowly.
The next morning, when she woke up, she went downstairs to bring milk inside. However, she ran into her mother, who, upon seeing her, glared at her as if she were the one who had stolen the family's ten thousand yuan of savings.
