Ren Li unapologetically took the cup and held it to her mouth. After a long tirade, she was already parched. The water was just the right temperature, and she gulped down the contents of the cup in one go.
Then she closed her eyes and let out a gentle sigh.
Constantly cursing at people really could wear a person out.
Even if asked to curse someone out now, she couldn't do it. She just wanted to rest, to sit there saying nothing, doing nothing, and to the extent that she didn't even want to move a facial muscle.
Feeling better?
Tang Zhinian fawningly massaged Ren Li's shoulders and pinched her arm.
Ren Li eyed him suspiciously. What was up with him? Could he truly have lost his mind? His daughter was still missing, and here he was, currying favor, grinning like an idiot.
Could it be—Ren Li's forehead broke out in a cold sweat—could it be that he'd become foolish from the shock?
"Zhinian, don't scare me."
At this, Ren Li truly began to cry.
