Shi Su slammed the door shut with a "bang," shutting out the man's gaze outside. She leaned back against the door, raised her hand to her forehead, and finally, as if exhausted, gradually sank down the door to sit on the floor.
What to do?
How to explain to Mianmian when I pick her up tomorrow night?
Tell her Uncle Ji Han turned into a butterfly and flew away?
Wouldn't Mianmian cry herself to death?
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Downstairs, Lu Zhao opened the car door behind the driver's seat: "Mr. Jing, my car, I hope you don't mind."
Jing Jihan didn't get into the car; instead, he glanced at the building of Shi Su's home.
Lu Zhao stood by, not daring to urge him, only respectfully holding the door.
