When Ye Wanwan opened her door, Su Tong just happened to open hers as well. Their eyes met, and they saw worry reflected in each other's gaze.
The crying continued, and Ye Wanwan pointed to the room across the way, "Is that Zhenzhen crying?"
"Mhm," Su Tong nodded and had already taken the initiative to walk over and knock on the door.
"Yingling!" Su Tong called the name of Zhao Yingling.
At that time, Zhang Xuehan also came out from the other side, "What's going on?"
Zhang Xuehan's hair was still a bit messy, and it was obvious that she had just woken up. Trailing behind her was a little carrot top, who rubbed his eyes and said, "Why is my little sister crying so early in the morning?"
Before anyone could respond, Xiao Yu spoke up for himself, "Did her aunt hit her?"
The crying from inside persisted, and the expressions of the mothers outside were grave. Su Tong knocked on the door even harder, "Zhao Yingling, what's wrong with Zhenzhen?"
