After finishing the phone call with Yi Wenhan, Nie Wenzhi lay down for a while. Still somewhat unsettled, she decided to get up from bed after all.
At this moment, only Qin Ciling was in the hall.
Song Zhizhi had returned home and headed straight to her room with Luo Xiaolang, and Song Zhidao had retreated to his own room as well.
Upon seeing Nie Wenzhi get up, Qin Ciling with a somber expression said, "Why do you keep torturing yourself like this? What are you getting up for now?"
"Mom..." Nie Wenzhi's eyes welled with tears, "I know I'm to blame for everything that happened."
"Fine. If Song Shan isn't holding any grudges, I, an old woman, won't say anything either. Stop crying and making it seem like I'm bullying you."
Wiping her tears away, Nie Wenzhi weakly said, "Mom, I'm going to visit Xiaofei in the detention center."
"Why would you go see that low-born wretch?" Qin Ciling said through gritted teeth at the mere mention of her.
