Hong Kong, Chujia Villa.

Chu Weiyang huddled in the corner of the sofa, his hands tightly wrapped around his legs, his mobile phone in his hands, his head on his legs, his head buried, and his shoulders twitched.

Shen Ningxuan sat watching TV and suddenly felt that her daughter was silent. Didn't she just talk to her son on the phone?

Shen Ningxuan turned her head and looked at her daughter. Suddenly, she found her daughter was not right. Her shoulders were obviously twitching. Was she crying?

Shen Ningxuan stood up quickly, went to the other side of the sofa, sat beside her daughter, reached out, and approached her shoulder....