Hearing Su Qing's words, Mu Shaochen's handsome eyebrows suddenly turned cold.
Standing beside him, Qin Wan distinctly felt his breath change.
He heard him ask coolly, "When did this happen?"
Su Qing pursed her lips, "It seems to have been last night. I don't know who did it. My brother rushed to the mountain early this morning..."
The ringtone of a phone sounded, Mu Shaochen let go of Qin Wan's hand and reached into his pocket.
The air in the hospital, after all, carried a hint of chill.
Qin Wan felt a coolness on the back of her hand, her fingers subconsciously curling.
He answered the call, and Su Zhicheng's voice came through, "Shaocheng, Aqing went to the hospital to visit Grandma Mu. Did you know?"
"Mhm, I just ran into her."
Mu Shaochen's gaze rested on Su Qing's sorrowful eyes.
Clutching the phone, he tightened his grip slightly and asked in a subdued voice, "She just told me that Aunt Su's grave was destroyed. What's the situation?"
