"Wan'er, just eat a little and drink some water!" Yang Rong cried and said to her daughter.
Wan'er was like a wooden figure, sitting motionless on the bed, staring blankly ahead, like a puppet that had lost its soul.
"Wan'er, Wan'er, please respond to mother. Mother is talking to you. Can you say a word to mother? Wan'er..." Yang Rong called her daughter's name without giving up, wishing she could look at her.
, move at a glance, or just move your fingers.
"Forget it, Rong'er." Shen Zongbao patted his wife on the shoulder and signaled her not to waste any more words. It's useless to say anything more. Her daughter is like this now and won't listen to anyone.
My daughter has never done this before. Just because of a man, she and the couple don't want her anymore. It's true that she is not a good girl. She is ready to die for a man.
"Zongbao, what should we do? Wan'er is like this, what should we do..." Yang Rong cried so hard that her eyes were swollen like walnuts.
"Wan'er will be fine." Shen Zongbao also looked sad. What can he do? "I have sent someone to call Yi'er."