Cheng Songyang's head was covered in sweat. His suit, which had always been meticulous, was drenched in sweat and in a mess, while his glasses were slanted. "Uncle... Auntie..." he panted and held his knees with both hands, unable to speak for a long time.
"Little Cheng, what's wrong with you?" Madam Bai was stunned and quickly asked, "What's wrong with you?"
"I. . . I heard that Youyou was about to jump off the roof and the elevator didn't come down for a long time, so I could only take the stairs..." Cheng Songyang panted hard. He anxiously asked, "Is Youyou okay? What happened? Why did she suddenly want to jump off the building?"
Cheng Songyang's gaze fell on the dejected Bai Youyou, and a dark light flashed in his eyes. It was really disappointing. It seemed that not only did Bai Youyou not cause any trouble for Ji Yan, but Bai Youyou was still living well in this world. She was really useless trash.