Plans
Su Family.
Su Xinyan had locked herself in her room and hadn't even opened the door.
She hadn't eaten dinner last night, nor had she come down for breakfast this morning.
Now, because of the issue on the internet, she had come downstairs, where Wen Peipei, Su Hongde, and Tan Lirong were sitting on the sofa, all with worried expressions.
Su Xinyan sat quietly to one side, her head down, not saying a word.
The years had left Wen Peipei's face somewhat weary.
"Has the news on the internet been taken down?"
Su Hongde sat on the sofa, massaging his temples, his voice a bit hoarse.
"All taken down!"
Upon hearing this.
Su Xinyan felt a twinge of guilt, her eyes suddenly reddened, and tears began to fall pitter-patter.
"I'm sorry, Grandma, Dad, I've caused you trouble again."
With a trembling voice choked with sobs, Su Xinyan spoke, looking very sad and distressed.
"It's not your fault."
Wen Peipei's expression was dark, her tone frosty.