The door to another room opened, and quickly, the door on Shen Ning's side also swung open, illuminating the room.
What met the eyes was Shen Ning's blank and spiritless gaze.
"Anning."
"Brother..." Shen Ning's voice was hoarse, barely audible.
Shen Feng strode in, embracing the person who sat dazedly on the bed. His eyes were bloodshot. "Did you see it?"
Shen Ning stiffly nodded, and the next second, she suddenly hugged Shen Feng, her body trembling uncontrollably.
It felt as though a mountain weighed on Shen Feng's heart, the discomfort finding no outlet.
He had looked through those documents and photos, and when he watched that video, he finally couldn't bear it and smashed his smartphone.
He couldn't believe that his parents could do such a thing, could be such people.
They had told him that his sister had merely rebelled, following some foreign riffraff and deserted them, eventually disappearing without a trace, her fate unknown.
