Finally, Qiao Ruoxin's footsteps halted in front of a bedroom door.
Because from inside came the sound of a woman's crying, very... ambiguous... very pitiful...
She froze, tears instantly spilling over, what did this mean?
Qiao Ruoxin began to frantically knock on the door, even kicking it, "Open the door! It's me, Mo Chen! If you dare touch another woman, then never touch me again for the rest of your life! Open this door for me!"
But no matter how much she knocked or kicked the door, there was no response from inside, just the intermittent sobs of the woman.
Like a fruit knife piercing into her heart, then being pulled out, and stabbed in again, over and over!
Qiao's mother looked at her and sighed, "Face the reality, this is men, there's nothing like 'only you' for them, as long as the woman is pretty, he will like her."
Qiao's mother wanted to step forward to wipe her tears but was pushed away by Qiao Ruoxin, "Don't touch me! You make me feel sick now!"
