"Miss Jiayi..." the butler called out.
Jiayi seemed not to hear, appearing lost and distant.
Why did she have absolutely no record of her identity?
Even the Huo Group couldn't find any information about her identity... Could she ever find her family again?
The hopes of the past few days had shattered like soap bubbles.
A sour feeling surged up, and her eyes felt swollen.
A thick panic and helplessness, and an overwhelming fear of having no support, rushed in all at once.
All of a sudden, Jiayi lifted her head and started walking down the stairs.
She wanted to ask the butler in detail, but after a few steps, she furrowed her brows, bent over, and cried out in pain, "Ah..."
Huo Zhenyang's expression turned stern, and he stood up abruptly, striding upstairs: "Damn it."
She was too anxious and had stepped on the glass shards on the floor!
He ascended the stairs in a few steps and picked her up.
