Qiaoqiao had not eaten for an entire day. She stood sorrowfully on the balcony, staring at the setting sun outside.
The servant said, "Miss Qiao, won't you eat something?"
"I have no appetite!"
Being kept inside the house all the time, she felt she had lost her freedom.
The servant felt helpless.
A couple of days ago, she had attempted to commit suicide by slitting her wrists; now she was refusing to eat. She was truly worrisome.
Han Ningyan parked her car below the building and walked over to knock on the door, quite directly.
The servant, upon seeing her, was somewhat taken aback, "Miss Han."
Unaware of how Han Ningyan had found this place.
Everyone understood that jealous quarrels between women were the most terrifying.
Just by Han Ningyan showing up right now, one could tell she bore ill intentions.
Han Ningyan gently said, "I came to see. Where's your missus?"
The servant ushered Han Ningyan into the house.
