Thinking about it is one thing, hearing it firsthand is another.
Wan Chu'er hadn't expected that seeing Jiang Kechu being kicked would make her feel so terrible.
Her chest felt blocked by a huge stone, making it hard to breathe. She wanted to vent so badly, yet she disgustingly didn't know how to.
It was already midnight. There were no buses and she couldn't see any taxis, so Wan Chu'er walked home slowly like a ghost.
She couldn't help but wonder if Jiang Kechu was feeling terrible too.
She could tell that Jiang Kechu cared about Wei Feng; otherwise, he wouldn't have listened to Wei Feng's accusations or attempt to make amends, even though it ended in failure.
Even Chen Xiran's sudden appearance had struck Jiang Kechu hard; when he left that office, she noticed his heavy and hurried footsteps.
It was a sign of his sadness.
