Two nights later, the lights illuminated the spacious living room of the Song Family, yet they failed to dispel the oppressive atmosphere hanging heavy in the air.
Song Jiayu’s eyes were red and swollen. She tightly gripped Song Haochen’s arm, tears streaming endlessly down her face as she muttered to herself.
Song Haochen was already thoroughly vexed by the events of the past few days, and seeing his aunt in this state pushed his irritation to its absolute limit.
Chapter 697