'I can't have anything to do with her anymore. Otherwise, I'll get dragged down with her sooner or later.'
'Song Qingya, oh, Song Qingya, you really have some nerve. That was a ruthless move, but it was a precise one.'
Yang Meiling watched the car drive away and muttered under her breath.
An idea immediately formed in her mind.
'I have to keep a low profile for the next few days. Don't draw any attention, don't get involved in anything. Stay as far away as possible.'
She didn't dare to linger. She turned quietly and walked away quickly.
Liu Li returned from outside, carrying a basket of groceries.
She saw Mrs. Song standing there in a daze, her eyes vacant and her face pale. She looked as if her soul had left her body.
"What's wrong? Did something happen?"
Liu Li's heart tightened. She quickly took two steps forward and held Mrs. Song by the arm.
"What happened? Why do you look so pale?"
The touch seemed to bring Mrs. Song back to her senses.
