In the duplex upstairs of the villa.
Ji Yi witnessed the whole process firsthand.
Yet, she did not speak or go downstairs throughout.
It's not that she didn't want to protect Uncle Qin and Aunt Wei.
She knew that if she got involved, it would only add to the chaos.
She was no longer at that age of ignorance and capriciousness.
Suppressing the impulse to rush downstairs, she tightly covered her mouth to keep herself from crying out.
Watching Uncle Qin and Aunt Wei crying bitterly below.
Her heart felt like it was being sliced with a knife.
"Sob, sob, sob-!"
Even with her mouth tightly covered.
She still couldn't completely keep the sound from escaping.
In her sorrow.
She collapsed.
She dared not continue watching the scene below.
Afraid of being unable to resist the oncoming wave of catastrophic hatred.
"Little Fan, if you were here, how dare they try to take it, how dare they! Come back, come back, come back!"
