I never expected to hear Mo Tong's name again today.
"What would you like to ask for, sister?"
She asked.
"I..."
At the mention of a plea, the woman's eyes started to redden, and the next moment, large teardrops began to fall.
Lin Caisang: "..."
She silently turned her head and looked at Sui Zimo.
It seemed she hadn't said anything, yet she had already touched upon the woman's sorrow?
Even when Mo Tong was so tragically wronged, he didn't cry like this. Could it be that this was even more pitiable than Mo Tong's case?
However, those who were forced to come to their Wuzhu Teahouse were all out of options, and she could understand their feelings.
"Sister, don't be sad. It's better to talk about it first. Crying can't solve any problems."
She didn't want to sound too cold-hearted, but the fact was that perhaps the woman could be in greater danger with every moment she delayed.
"I... miss, I'm sorry." The woman wiped away her tears and apologized to Lin Caisang first.