WARNING: SENSITIVE CONTENT AHEAD.
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"What! This is all an act!"
Jin was fast enough to catch her mother for the second time, but this time, on the couch.
"Please lower your voice, Mom," he said.
"What do you mean I should lower my voice?! Huhuhuhu. You shouldn't have told me! I was already thanking the gods for this miracle just to find out it's all for the show! Huhuhuhuhu."
"W-What? What do you mean miracle?" Jin rubbed his temples, whispering something to himself, "It's not that impossible. Tsk."
Zeirenne, who was seated beside her Aiyi could only offer her some tissues. Within a minute, the tissue box was emptied, the floor covered with wipes. But Mrs. Yang still hasn't ran out of tears as she kept on blowing her nose.
In the middle of this commotion, Dorothy came running inside the office, bearing a remote at hand.
"Miss Lin!" she said before switching the TV on, "You have to see this."
Shock, before any other emotion, made up their faces.
A few hours ago...
