Shen Mingyue covered her phone, looking a bit crazed.
She sat on the carpet barefoot as if she had received a great shock.
Shen Heng's temper worsened from being interrupted, and he casually put on clothes, flinging open the door to Shen Mingyue's room with a loud bang. Fu Shuya, worried, followed in her nightgown and sighed in relief upon seeing that Mingyue was unharmed.
"Mingyue, your screaming scared your mother."
Fu Shuya also chided her.
"Dead..."
Shen Mingyue, her face pale and hair disheveled, turned to her parents and said, "Shen Wan is dead!"
"How is that possible!"
"This can't be, she was in prison..."
"She committed suicide. I called and found out. Shen Wan had been dead for a week; the prison couldn't reach us, so they cremated her." Shen Mingyue and Shen Heng would not pay attention to unknown numbers; they would only think to call when needed. Mingyue had also been planning to visit the prison that weekend to force Shen Wan to draw design sketches for her.
