He Firmly Grasped Her Wrist

When Wen Ruan heard Jiang Hui's words, she could not help but clench her fists.

Even if Huo Hannian wasn't her biological son, she had raised him for so many years. His fever had reached 40 degrees. How could it be a small matter?

Huo Hannian later suffered from severe depression. Was it because of this family?

Wen Ruan looked around and avoided the surveillance cameras. She walked to the backyard and saw a wall. After running, her slender body jumped up and easily jumped over it.

The back door wasn't closed. Seeing that there was no one in the living room, Wen Ruan quickly ran upstairs.

In her second year of high school, she had been to the Huo family's house with a few classmates. Huo Jingxiu had said that the room on the rightmost side of the third floor belonged to Huo Hannian.

Wen Ruan reached the third floor in one breath.

Pushing open the tightly shut door, Wen Ruan looked inside.