Though Leng Ling didn't answer Shen Ruojing's words, her silence was a response in itself.
Shen Ruojing suddenly didn't know how to console her anymore.
"Aunt Leng, you should be brave!" Chu Tianye suddenly shouted, "If you tell him, there's hope, but if you don't, there's no hope! So, I think you should be brave!"
Leng Ling looked at the little boy.
She hesitated for a moment and said, "Is that so?"
"Yes!" Chu Tianye shook his head like a little adult, "Do you want to lie in bed until you die, and then suddenly pretend to be a corpse and say, 'No, what did I do with my life?' Can't even utter a confession?"
Leng Ling, "?"
Shen Ruojing, "?"
Chu Cichen's mouth twitched.
Chu Tianye was very serious and said, "Aunt Leng, believe me! If you speak up, there's hope, but if you don't, there's no hope!"
Leng Ling clenched her jaw and pursed her lips, remaining silent for a moment.
