Nakamori Akina's tears instantly breached the dam.
She curled up, clutching her head and began to sob softly.
Aoyama Xiu Xin shrugged his shoulders, drove to Yehua Yiren's house, and took Nakamori Akina out to ring the doorbell.
"Mr. Aoyama," Yehua Yiren, dressed in a white nightgown, greeted him with a bow before turning her gaze towards Nakamori Akina, slightly surprised, "Miss Nakamori?"
Being recognized, Nakamori Akina felt extremely embarrassed, hung her head silently, her eyes red and swollen from crying, her hair also somewhat disheveled.
"Mr. Aoyama, I have something I'd like to report to you," Yehua Yiren said softly.
"Let's talk after I'm busy," Aoyama Xiu Xin dropped a sentence, pulled Nakamori Akina upstairs, and she followed him like a marionette, matching his steps.