Third floor, inside the bedroom
An Rong locked the door and walked in.
Zhou Qi was sitting on the couch, holding a cup of hot tea in her hands. She didn't take a single sip for a long time, lost in deep thought.
"Mum!"
An Rong called out a few times before she snapped back to reality.
"What is it?"
Zhou Qi took a sip of tea and looked at her.
"Mum, what were you thinking about that made you so deep in thought?" An Rong asked as she sat down next to her.
Zhou Qi said, "I was thinking about Aman."
"My sister?"
"Yes, ever since your sister went to prison, we only visited her once. We haven't seen her in a while, I wonder how she's doing." Zhou Qi put down her tea cup, let out a sigh, and showed a hint of worry.
