Yuncheng, Qiao residence…
Song Fengwan paced back and forth in her room, feeling nervous and anxious. Is he really going to tell Mom the truth? She opened her bedroom window slightly, and the wind blowing against her was cool, but it couldn't calm her down.
Suddenly, there was a knock on her door, scaring her so much that her legs went weak. "Wh-who's there…"
Her voice was weak and without a single bit of confidence.
"Eldest Aunt asked me to ask you if you want to come down to have some porridge," Yan Shaochen said.
"Oh, okay." Song Fengwan took two deep breaths before opening the door and leaving her room.
Sun Rui's matter had inevitably affected them. The police had knocked on the door of their private room twice to ask about what had happened at the time of the incident. Because of this incident, the operation of the hotel had been affected, and the food had been served very slowly, so none of them had a good meal.
