The Old Su Yijia Is Gone

The most annoying thing when trying to sleep is being disturbed halfway through. Earlier, when they received good news, Su Yijia could tolerate it. But now, early in the morning, someone was banging loudly on their door. If she still had any patience, she'd be practically a saint.

Quickly getting dressed, Su Yijia, with her disheveled hair resembling a little squirrel with frizzy fur, peeked out from the window. She saw a line of people outside the door. At the front was the man from last night's photos, followed by several uniformed police officers. Su Xinyue was behind them, crying and wiping her tears.

Zhu Zirui and Gao Huabin had already reached the courtyard and were looking up at Su Yijia.