Qin Huan smiled at him, then followed the little one out of the door.
The two of them circled the yard, found a secluded spot, and headed towards Zhong Qin's room along the base of the wall.
After walking a few steps, the conversation inside became clear—
"Anan, tell me honestly, what's really going on?"
Zhong Qin's breathing was heavy; it seemed she had some difficulty breathing.
Qin Huan stood there, pressing a hand to her chest. An hour ago, when Zhong Qin's mother came to the bedroom door, Qin Huan had seen it, as she was facing towards the door.
Seeing Zhong Qin's mother's complexion, it was because she heard her conversation with Huo Jinnan.
At that moment, she became anxious too.
What was the truth?
Restlessness, panic, and fear—a multitude of emotions choked up in her chest at once, making it hard to breathe.
Just then, she heard Huo Jinnan's voice and froze as if struck by lightning.