Even Chen Wenxiang couldn't bear to watch it.
"Xiao Xuan, if you can't forgive me, then please kill me! There's no point in me living like this. My dad's gone, my child's gone, and if I lose you too..." Qi Zihua's shoulders shook uncontrollably as he covered his face and wept.
Madam Qi staggered out, crying out sorrowfully, "Zihua... "
The pitiful mother and son hugged each other and cried.
Outside the wrought iron railing, someone with a camera was clicking away.
"Someone's taking pictures!" Bai Weifeng's face drastically changed. "Stop, leave the camera!"
The photographer rode away on a motorcycle, leaving Bai Weifeng to stomp his feet in frustration. Chen Wenxiang's face turned pale: "Husband, if this makes the headlines, it won't be good for our Xiao Xuan."
"Yes, I never thought someone would take pictures."
"Could it have been arranged by Qi Zihua?" Chen Wenxiang asked.