"I am! Who are you? Do you know who changed the documents?" Song Yue asked urgently, her fingers tightening around the phone. If she could find the person behind this, everything would be over. Her uncle wouldn't have to shoulder this storm alone anymore.
Only the static answered her.
"Hello? Hello?" she called again, but the line was already dead.
She stared at the screen in disbelief, then slammed the phone down onto the bed. Was this some kind of cruel joke? Someone dangled hope in front of her, only to snatch it away at the last second. Her heart pounded with frustration, a curse slipping silently through her clenched teeth.
Before she could calm herself, voices drifted in from downstairs. Song Yuxuan's sharp, familiar tone cut through the air. Nie Rougang was back.
Song Yue rushed out of her room and hurried down the stairs. The moment she stepped into the living room, she felt it. The atmosphere was taut, heavy, as though the air itself might snap.
