617 Attack

Yin Jia sat alone in an alfresco cafe in Changxing Square. The cup of coffee in front of her had long turned cold. She looked at the Mu Group's building across the street silently like a statue.

At this time, someone walked past Yin Jia's table and accidentally bumped into her table. She jolted and returned to her senses.

The young man, who had bumped into her table, hurriedly said, "Sorry, sorry, sorry."

Yin Jia nodded reservedly before she reached out to stir her coffee. Seeing it was no longer warm, she did not drink it.

The Mu Group's building was like a huge mountain pressing down on her heart.

28 years of nurture, love, and care were definitely not something that a few words and tears from an elder sister, whom Cheng Che had never met before, could compare.