Looking from the bed towards the doorway, she vaguely saw a gray figure turning to leave. Ye Zhi was extremely agitated; indeed, she was panicking now.
It felt uncomfortable inside her heart.
Unable to stop herself, she yelled hoarsely towards the direction of the door with a strong crying tone, "Shen Chen, stop right there."
The gray figure halted halfway.
At this moment, the noonday sun was blazing, causing distress. A thin layer of fine sweat formed on his forehead, densely packed. It was unclear whether it was due to the sun's glare or the voice just now.
"Ah Zhi, your parents are here." The Ye Family, arriving on the scene, witnessed this situation.
A boy, as graceful and elegant as a jade tree, around Ah Zhi's age, was standing in the sun at Qingyi Garden, drenched in sweat. Ah Tao was holding a red lacquer tray at the room's door, while their precious daughter was crying incessantly inside.
