He Lang had been gone for a week and still hadn't returned.
One evening, Wang Shumin suddenly showed up.
"I'm sorry. I went to see Uncle Zheng and got your address from your brother. I don't know where else I can go."
Wang Shumin's eyes were bloodshot and her voice was a little hoarse. Her hair was a mess, and it was a wonder how she'd even made it here.
Seeing her poor condition, Xue Yue pulled her into the house.
Wang Shumin was on the verge of breaking down. The moment she stepped inside, she threw her arms around Xue Yue and started to cry. Xue Yue was a bit confused, but she knew Shumin was upset, so she just let her cry for a good while. The shoulder of her shirt was soaked with tears.
"My dad... he... he disowned me. He even... even took out a notice in the newspaper—"
Wang Shumin's voice was choked with sobs. She pulled a newspaper from her pocket and pointed out the notice to Xue Yue.
