The intense cries on the second floor rose and fell.
Meanwhile, the first floor was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, so much so that Leng Yuening and Qi Xue could clearly hear their own heartbeats, like drums beating intensely in their chests.
Sitting in a wheelchair, Qi Xue tilted her face upwards to look at Leng Yuening, asking with her eyes.
Leng Yuening's delicate face was flushed with red, as she lowered her head to meet her gaze, "What's wrong?"
Qi Xue still harbored a sliver of hope, asking softly, "That shouldn't... be your sister's voice, right?"
Hearing this, Leng Yuening's face turned even redder, and she said, "It is her."
She was sure, this was Leng Yueshuang's voice!
The tight jeans left on the stairs were also what Leng Yueshuang wore when she went out, and the lacy white panties were the same style as the ones she was wearing now.
