It was now past ten o'clock at night, and Lu Yinfeng suddenly felt goosebumps all over her body.
But as a firm materialist, Lu Yinfeng still plucked up the courage to follow the sound.
The closer she got, the more certain Lu Yinfeng was that it was the sound of a woman crying.
After passing through several bushes, Lu Yinfeng finally saw the source of the sobs.
It was Bai Zhilan.
She sat on the railing of the artificial lake, facing the lake, sobbing incessantly.
Her calves were swinging, and with a little carelessness, she could slip into the lake.
Lu Yinfeng couldn't help but kindly remind her, "Um... you might want to cry down here. Not only is it cold, but this pond hasn't been cleaned for a while. Catching a cold is a minor issue, but if you inhale dirty water and get infected, that would be bad..."
Bai Zhilan stopped sobbing and turned her head to glare at Lu Yinfeng fiercely.
The night was dark, and Lu Yinfeng failed to notice her hostility.