Su Xun could only console herself this way, there being no other solution.
Feeling anxious and confused, she waited another two days, during which even Connie couldn't help but repeatedly ask about the situation.
"It's been five days; even crawling here should be possible by now." As Su Xun approached the staircase, she overheard her foster father, who had rarely been home, losing his temper.
It seemed her own involvement was being discussed.
"Get that useless girl over here, I want to ask her myself."
Now, Su Xun couldn't hide it anymore. The communicator she was clutching in her palm was being squeezed so tightly that it was embedding into her flesh, causing a burning pain.
But now, she could focus on nothing but how to explain the situation to her foster father.
She was afraid of her foster father, whom she had come to know halfway through her life.
She had known from the beginning that her foster father didn't really like her.
