I had just attended Teacher Liu's funeral, and I expertly drove the Porsche that my uncle Liu had given me a few days ago on the highway.
The scenery outside the car was passing by, and the wind was so strong that my long hair flew wildly.
There was impassioned music playing in the car, but my heart was like a pool of stagnant water, without any emotion.
When a call came in, I raised my hand and tapped the nano receiver on my ear, "What's wrong?"
"Ms. Ye, Miss Ye," the other party seemed out of breath, "your sixth aunt, she committed suicide."
Really? The eyes under the sunglasses narrowed slightly and remained calm.
Cut off…
