Qin Shaojin stood silently to the side, smoking.
Shu Mengmeng crouched down on the ground and started sobbing uncontrollably, "Third Brother, don't leave me, I was wrong, I shouldn't have told them, please forgive me, okay? I really know I was wrong..."
Qin Shaojin held a cigarette in his hand, looking at Shu Mengmeng, his gaze cold and silent.
"Third Brother..."
Shu Mengmeng kept calling him repeatedly, her voice growing softer, her tone slower and slower, as if trapped in distant memories, as if pulled by some invisible force, unable to control herself, every word and action needing to break through layers of resistance.
Qin Shaojin looked at Shu Mengmeng like this, and closed his eyes, "The only thing I can do is help you find out who that person is."
As soon as he finished speaking, Shu Mengmeng suddenly stood up, lunged forward, and grabbed Qin Shaojin's arm with both hands, her eyes reddened, staring at him with extreme anxiety and fear.
