It had been a long while, perhaps half an hour, or an hour.
His hands trembling, he unlocked his phone, wanting to say something to Qiao Yun...
But he backspaced and deleted over and over again, finding himself at a loss for words suddenly.
Even feeling a kind of panic that he couldn't face his own little sister.
His elder brother's car accident had been orchestrated by Lu Ting's biological father, the sister had been deliberately abandoned by the elder aunt, and it was even possible that Lu Ting's biological father had kidnapped the sister.
He couldn't imagine, would his sister feel disappointed when she found out? Sad? Or would she feel utterly cold!
Her own family had abandoned her, yet they had not faced any punishment; in fact, they had been living luxuriously for these fifteen years.
And then there was Lu Ting.