At dusk, the An Family's home was brightly lit.
An Yun walked into the living room, where the oppressive atmosphere made it hard to breathe.
The servants stood trembling to one side, Zhou Qi rested on the sofa, and An Yu hid in a corner, weeping quietly.
"Young Master Yun!"
The servant stepped forward and took the briefcase from An Yun's hand.
"Brother!"
Seeing An Yun return, An Yu got up and rushed to him, her eyes swollen from crying all afternoon.
"Brother, where's Mom, did you find her?"
An Yun looked down at her, hesitant.
"Brother, please tell me, how is Mom, what did Grandpa say?" Seeing him silent, An Yu shook his arm, urging him.
"Yuyu, I'm sorry." An Yun said in a low voice.
The person Jian Qing took away, she was unwilling to hand her over, and he was also powerless.
