The crisp sound stunned Song Chuyan. Even Jiang Ye, who had just parked his car and rushed over, was stunned.
He looked at his good friend's condition and was even more shocked. After all these years, he had never seen Song Chuyan in such a sorry state.
Song Chuyan snapped back to reality from the slap. He looked at the familiar yet also unfamiliar Song Jiaren in front of him and sneered. "What right do you have to slap me?"
Song Chuyan closed her eyes. When she opened them again, they were already extremely cold. "We don't know whether Mom is alive or dead. You only know how to mourn and blame yourself. Song Chuyan, you're really useless. I really look down on you. If you can't help us, please take care of yourself. Don't make us worry about you."
Song Chuyan's body stiffened. He suddenly grabbed Song Jiaren's arm and asked, "What did you say happened to my mother?"
