The night came as if a shadow pressing down on Su Ziceng's heart, unannounced and inevitable. Melin didn't come back, and Qiao Zhizhi couldn't reach her. This poor mother, having just returned to Mo City, realized that Su Ziceng's current situation was much more difficult than when she had described it in New York.
Several hundred million is such an astonishing number. Qiao Zhizhi couldn't imagine how Su Ziceng managed to bear all of this with her slender shoulders.
After 1 am, the pitiful Qiao Zhizhi finally waited for Melin's return. She had drunk quite a bit, and was brought back by a handsome young man in a sports car. Melin's face carried a shy smile, and before leaving, she gave the young man a kiss. She excitedly entered the small apartment that Su Ziceng had rented to temporarily serve as their mother-daughter home, closed the door, and placed her hand over her heart. Melin could feel her heart pounding violently.
