"Are you alright?" Jiang Yu quickly held the woman. "This is a fact that can't be avoided, so we can only ask you to restrain your grief. Also, the person whose head exploded wasn't your daughter Qiao Yun!"
"What?" The woman grabbed Jiang Yu's hand tightly as if she had found a life-saving straw and refused to let go. "What did you just say? You're saying that she's not my daughter?"
"It's a long story. Please get up first, I'll tell you slowly." Jiang Yu helped the woman up and walked all the way to the sofa.
A group of people stood around them, their eyes red from crying. Jiang Yu could not be sure if they were truly crying for Qiao Yun, so she only planned to tell Qiao Yun's mother about this.
"Aunty, you're the only one I can tell you about this," she said. "Please take me to a place with no one around."
"Good, good." The woman quickly brought Jiang Yu to Qiao Yun's room.
In order to investigate the situation, Chang Kai also followed.
