In Qin Xuan's hand was the Silent Night Cicada.
The events that occurred today had happened one after another, leaving his mind still somewhat confused at this moment.
Grandma Qin looked at her silently contemplative son and daughter-in-law, sighing deeply with disappointment in her eyes.
The atmosphere inside the room was tense and oppressive.
It felt as though a huge stone was pressing down on the hearts of Qin Xuan and Shen Manru, making it hard for them to breathe.
They had never dreamed that such a thing would happen.
It was just a girl, yet she had stirred up such a huge storm.
Grandma Qin, looking at her son and daughter-in-law and thinking about what Gu Qiaoqiao had said earlier, felt a sense of helplessness and concern welling up inside her.
"Qin Xuan, I'm very disappointed in you."