After hearing this, Qingtian's mother stopped crying and started crying breathlessly, mumbling to herself:
"My poor child, my fair day!"
Bi Cheng quickly turned around and closed the door.
After locking her up, he didn't care that Qingtian's mother was crying her heart out. He took a few big steps forward and asked anxiously:
"Your aunt and the others are here again? How did they know where you live? How many people were there? Did they hit you? Is anyone injured?"
Wang Qingtian shook his head.
Bi Cheng looked anxious: "Then how did it get turned into this state? Was the passbook turned over? Was it stolen? Qingtian, have you reported it to the police?!"
Wang Qingtian pointed her tear-stained index finger at her mother's feet and choked with sobs, saying:
"The passbook is hidden in my mom's shoes. Call the police? Call the police..."
Bi Cheng patted Wang Qingtian on the back and suppressed a bunch of concerned words:
"Speak slowly, on a calm, sunny day. Don't be afraid. I'm here for you no matter what. Okay?"
Wang Qingtian was not in a hurry to tell Bi Cheng these things. The key point was that it would be useless to say them.
But she had to clean up the yard in a hurry.
It's already nine o'clock in the evening. The house and the yard are a mess. I don't know when it will take to clean up.
She couldn't point fingers at her mother, whose hands and feet were shaking with anger. She had to clean up as soon as possible, otherwise, with her mother's personality, she would easily get upset when she saw the mess and have another attack.
Wang Qingtian wiped her face and sniffed. In Bi Cheng's eyes, she was looking up at the sky to catch her breath.
Then Wang Qingtian walked up to her mother. The girl, who had been choking with sobs and unable to speak a complete sentence, seemed to have regained her former strength and discussed with her mother:
"Mom, don't worry this time. Look, Sister Bi Yue's brother is here. He's a grown man. No one will come to our house anymore. I beg you, please go inside and lie down. As long as you don't get sick and our money hasn't been stolen, there's nothing we can't handle. Okay?"
Bi Cheng simply stepped forward and carried Wang Cuihua into the house.
When he entered the room, he was dumbfounded. The bed and the floor were all littered.
…
The moon was high in the sky outside, and mosquitoes were buzzing around my ears. Under the light bulb in the yard, I could clearly see many small flying insects.
In the Wang family's yard, there was a man and a woman. The young man was sweeping the yard, and the girl was tidying the warehouse.
In the room, Sunny had to take some sleeping pills and fall asleep. Otherwise, she'd be so overthinking that she'd easily lose control of her breath and get sick. (To be continued.)
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