Beijing, Lu Shufen's phone fell from her hand, and she slumped onto the sofa in a daze, stupefied.
Jiang Conghe shifted his gaze slightly away from the newspaper, glanced down, and peered over the rim of his glasses, "What happened? Did Xiao Tian cause trouble again?"
Lu Shufen shook her head as tears began to stream down her face.
Jiang Conghe, startled, dropped the newspaper, sat beside her, and took her hand, only to find it ice-cold. He anxiously asked, "What's the matter? What happened?"
Lu Shufen clasped his hand and murmured, "Something's happened, Old Chiang, something's happened!"
Jiang Conghe was beside himself with urgency and kept probing, "What in the world happened? You must tell me—are you trying to kill me with worry?"
"It's Qingqing, Old Chiang. The thing I feared the most has still happened. Qingqing, she..." Lu Shufen looked helplessly at Jiang Conghe, her face deathly pale.
Jiang Conghe was stunned for a moment; his face slowly drained of color, "You mean?"
