On the way home, the sky had turned dark.
Qi Feng and Gu Lingsha sat in the back of the car with Qi Weier in the middle.
The atmosphere in the car was tense. The chauffeur driving in front barely uttered a word. He dared not say too much as he could clearly sense that something was off.
Qi Weier was still sobbing softly because of the wound on her forehead. When they were leaving the infirmary, she kept on turning back to look at Xi Xiaye and Mu Zirui. Qi Feng clearly noticed this scene.
Qi Weier seemed to really like Xi Xiaye and Mu Zirui. He remembered that Xi Xiaye's umbrella from back then seemed to still be hanging in Qi Weier's room. Although Qi Feng had sent over a new umbrella to Xi Xiaye, he did not know if she had accept it.
"Father...it wasn't...it wasn't him..."
A while had passed when her timid voice softly came through. If you did not pay attention, you probably would not have heard her clearly.
