That afternoon, Xinyi was lost in a daze as she helped with the cooking. Her thoughts were still revolving around Han Zongying, An Guoting and Xia Liqin. She tried to think of all the possible outcomes and scenarios that might have happened. But she couldn't conclude anything.
'It must have been so painful for him to see his daughter take her own life.'
Her gaze dimmed in sadness. She couldn't even imagine what he must have gone through. Seeing Siying get even a tiny scratch on him would make her feel hurt and depressed.
Just how painful it must have been for Han Huizhong to see his child die?
Suddenly, somebody switched off the gas knob, and she jolted out of her stupor.
"Where are you so lost in your la-la land that you didn't see the milk boiling all the way up?"
Xinyi heard the familiar gruff voice and looked at Han Huizhong, who was suspiciously staring back at her.
"Ah?"
