"You... you're talking nonsense! I don't believe you!"
The woman's voice was firm, but her trembling hands betrayed her inner turmoil.
[So her son really died?]
[How heartbreaking!]
[I'm about to cry. I feel so bad for her.]
[Ma'am, please don't be so upset. The most important thing now is to figure out how your son died!]
After saying her piece, the woman hurriedly disconnected.
And just like that, the final stream of the night ended without any follow-up.
[Hey, what is she doing?!]
[You can't blame her. At her age, she must be unable to accept it.]
[When you think about it, she's really pitiful.]
[This is so sad!]
Su Nian didn't give it much thought. She was utterly exhausted from the night's events, and having just performed another divination in the car, she was so sleepy she could barely function.
She stumbled home in a daze and collapsed onto her bed.
Meanwhile, the woman had made up her mind.
