When Han Yurou was locked up by Rong Jincheng for three days, Yao Zhi called.

It was just before dawn at four or five o'clock in the morning, she picked up her phone in a daze: "Mom."

"Why haven't you been to the hospital all day these days? Do you know that your father just breathed a sigh of relief and left?" Yao Zhi cried loudly on the other end.

"Pu" Han Yurou's phone fell to the ground and fell on the floor, making a loud noise.

In the darkness, her eyes were dull and her eyes were dull, and she was stunned.

The surroundings are quiet.

Her heart seemed to stop beating, and she was no longer angry.

The bedroom was very dark and I couldn't see my fingers.

The screen of the phone was still illuminated with light, and Han Yurou was like a rag doll, sitting by the bed without saying a word.

Gradually, there were more crying sounds in the room.

At first, he was very quiet, but slowly, the sound became louder and louder, and Han Yurou cried in tears.

Her desolate voice sounded particularly shocking in the dark night. She was the only one in the room. She just cried unscrupulously without any scruples.

Many and many fragments flashed through his mind. Han Yun was a good father. He was very kind to her, willing to give her everything, and was very kind to her.

He would take her to the playground to play, give her many gifts, and take time to travel with her in his busy schedule.

All this is like passing clouds and nothing is left.

Although she had already been prepared, when this moment came, she was still at a loss and she burst into tears.

She cried loudly.

She didn't even see her father's last side.

Before dawn, Han Yurou was cold all over, and the blood in her body seemed to have stopped flowing, from head to toe. She was shaking, her shoulders and lips were trembling, and there was endless darkness in front of her.

The crying never stopped.

She didn't know when she stood up to wear clothes. She turned on the light and changed her clothes with trembling.

She walked out of the bedroom with her bag on her back.

It's not dawn yet.

The lights in the living room were on, and a servant had already gotten up to clean up the house.

When they saw Han Yurou rushing out, they hurriedly stopped him!

"Miss Han, Mr. Rong has an order, you are not allowed to leave Jinyuan."

Han Yurou's eyes were red, her eyes were covered with red bloodshots, and her eyes were filled with hatred and pain.

She took out her cell phone and dialed Rong Jincheng's phone number again.

Since the last time the quarrel started, Rong Jincheng has never returned to Jinyuan or called her.

She knew he was still sleeping at this point, but she still had to call.

Once, no one answered.

Two times, no one answered.

The third time, the other end finally started.

"Mr. Rong." Han Yurou spoke first, "My father has passed away. Please let your people let me out of Jinyuan."

The other end probably hasn't woken up yet, and he is confused: "Han Yurou?"

"Rong Jincheng, you ask someone to open the door and I want to go out."

"What? Say it again, let me listen, what are you going to do?" Rong Jincheng's voice was drunk, and he had not yet woken up.

"Rong Jincheng, my father has passed away. You have someone open the door!" Han Yurou raised her voice.

Suddenly there was no sound on the other end.

Rong Jincheng's wine suddenly woke up, and some drunken things seemed to become clear and sober in an instant.

Is Han Yun dead?

It was obviously an answer that had been predicted, but at this moment, Rong Jincheng's heart felt an inexplicable sense of confusion.
Chapter completed!