Mu Yan looked at the disheveled, shabby middle-aged woman in front of her, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.
Hasn't it just been a month? How did she become like this?
Her once round face had thinned, her eye sockets were sunken, she looked utterly lifeless, and even her waist seemed to have hunched a lot.
Mu Yan slightly frowned, "What are you doing here?"
Zheng Shufen stepped forward to grab Mu Yan's hand, but she dodged.
She looked at Mu Yan plaintively and said, "Yanyan, please help your Brother Shi Jun."
Upon hearing that name, Mu Yan's brows furrowed immediately.
"I'm sorry, I can't help you." She said as she prepared to leave.
"You can, Yanyan, you can!" Zheng Shufen blocked her, speaking earnestly, "Yanyan, even if your Brother Shi Jun isn't good, you are still family, you can't just watch him die without helping."
Mu Yan sneered at those words, "Since you know he isn't good, why should I help him? And who says we're family? You have some nerve."
