Jiang Qiran was like a traveler who had suddenly been thrown into a stormy sea. He pulled on Su Wan’s sleeve as if he was hugging a piece of driftwood.
Helpless.
Terrified.
“She’s gone... What Should I do? She’s gone...”
“I can’t find her, I can’t find her...”
Jiang Qiran mumbled and kept repeating that she was gone. He couldn’t find these words, as if he was a repeater.
..
Su Wan had never seen her son like this. He did not have a soul, and he was no different from a puppet.
Seeing him like this, Su Wan felt an immense pain in her heart. She wished she could replace him.
“Qiran, who are you saying has left?”
Su Wan did not quite understand at first, but she turned around and glanced at Jiang Xuecheng.
The man in the black windbreaker frowned and glanced at Jiang Qiran as if he was extremely disgusted.
“Who do you think left to make your precious son behave like this?”
It was so embarrassing.
..
It seemed that it was ye Linlang..
No wonder.
