The living room was in a mess, and Yan Zhihuan was still sobbing softly.
Song Fengwan went out to call Fu Chen. Just as she was about to enter the house, the glaring headlights of a car flashed past, and she subconsciously squinted. Following the sound of brakes, the car stopped at the entrance of the Yan residence.
Because she had just seen it during the day, she recognized it as the Xiao family's car.
It had already been more than half an hour since Old Madam Yan had gotten someone to inform the Xiao family. In the morning, Mrs. Xiao had even said that the two families didn't live that far away and that it would take them around ten minutes to drive over. Yet they arrived so late?
