The air in the living room was so heavy it seemed ready to condense into water. Zhao Yali's words had stripped away the last shred of decency from this household, exposing nothing but rot and squalor.
Lin Fan had been standing quietly not far away, his hands slightly clenched at his sides. If Mu Qingxue had not signaled for him to remain calm, he would have already stepped forward.
Mu Zhenhua collapsed onto the sofa as if all the bones had been pulled from his body, tears streaming down his face as his shoulders trembled uncontrollably.
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