Yu Qingmo watched Zhao Meiyun asleep on the sofa. She sat on the sofa on the other side, covering her face with both hands, and two lines of tears fell silently.

What's the reason for her sadness and grievance?

She picked up the phone and called Yifeng. "Yifeng, do me a favor, will you?"

Yifeng sat in the car, looking at the lights of his apartment still on. He leaned against the car seat and looked at the light, but he could not say how he felt.

"Clear foam, whatever you say, I will promise you." He will do everything he can to help her.

"Yifeng, I want to help...