Bei Ling'er didn't want to talk.
Lu Yang didn't ask any more questions.
He just focused on driving.
Half an hour later.
They finally arrived at Bei Ling'er's navigated destination, an old district brimming with a sense of the past.
They stopped at a building unit.
Bei Ling'er hurriedly got out of the car and ran up the stairs.
Lu Yang followed closely behind.
Soon, they reached the seventh floor, which was also the top floor.
Bei Ling'er took out her keys, opened the door to the middle apartment, and rushed in: "Mom! Mom!"
When Lu Yang entered the room.
He heard a chorus of sobs.
Taking two steps forward and glancing into one of the rooms.
He saw Bei Ling'er lying on the bed crying, while an old and haggard-looking woman lay motionless on the bed, tears streaming down her face.
On the other side of the bed was a girl in a wheelchair who seemed to be under twenty. From her profile, she appeared somewhat similar to Bei Ling'er.
