The woman was disheveled, her hair stuck to her face with tears, looking utterly exhausted and in a sorry state.
Yang Shuhui immediately stepped forward, pulling Zhang Ling back, "Xiaoling, calm down! Weiwei didn't want this to happen either."
Zhang Ling kept shaking her head, tears streaming down uncontrollably as she clung to Bai Chuwei's sleeve, sobbing, "Miss Bai, Fairy Bai, I'm begging you, please help me, help my son. I'm about to break down."
Zhang Ling had lost her husband in her early years, and though she was wealthy and could remarry if she wished, she chose not to for the sake of her son.
But who would have thought her son would die? She didn't even find out until six months after his death!
Looking at those bones in the earth, Zhang Ling felt she was on the verge of collapse.
The man who killed her son turned out to be her young boyfriend, and if it hadn't been for Bai Chuwei calling the police in advance last night, she might have lost her life too.
