Liu Rulan couldn't speak complete sentences, just clutched the iron door with both hands, staring intently at Ye Manman with tears streaming down her face. Her eyes were frighteningly bright, completely different from the zombie-like expression she had moments ago.
The room was very quiet, no one spoke, only Liu Rulan's hoarse cries rang out—it sounded like a wild animal calling for its lost child, piercing and urgent.
Yanghua had seen her like this before, so naturally, he didn't dare let Ye Manman get any closer. He was afraid Ye Manman might be scared of Liu Rulan and wouldn't acknowledge her.
After all, Liu Rulan had been insane for over a decade. Before, she would rush over to any little girl calling for her daughter, and now she would call to any young girl. No one knew how she recognized them or if she was even rational.
But how could a complete lunatic still calculate her child's age? No one could understand.
At this moment, everyone's hearts felt uncomfortable.
