When Jiang Yingjie walked in from outside, he saw Tan Shuya already emotionally unstable, frantically smashing the things around her—those decorative vases nearby weren't spared.
For a moment, Jiang Yingjie even doubted he had come to the wrong place or that the place had been robbed.
After gathering his thoughts, he put his phone in his pocket and quickly walked toward Tan Shuya. When she tried to grab something off the table to throw on the ground, he seized her hand and spoke in a deep voice, "Tan Shuya, what kind of madness are you up to?"
Tan Shuya's gaze fell on Jiang Yingjie in front of her, initially stunned, then she raised her hand to grab his clothes tightly, saying, "Jiang Yingjie, you need to help me. Only you can help me..."
Jiang Yingjie tilted his head to glance at the TV streaming a live broadcast. Understanding dawned as he focused on the two children on screen, his eyes deepening.
