Although it was already eleven o'clock, the villa was still brightly lit. When An Lan and Huo Zhanting returned with cold looks on their faces, they found that everyone was still awake, even the children, Feng Mumu and Feng Chaoyang, were sitting on the sofa.
An Lan even saw Zhang Ya and An Xuan, with Zhang Ya's eyes red and swollen, obviously having just passed by, and An Xuan sitting beside her with furrowed brows, his eyes filled with deep concern, while Aunt Li, hands clasped together, eyes closed as if praying to the heavens.
She stopped in her tracks, understanding something.
Everyone heard the sound of the door opening and turned their heads in unison.
Zhang Ya was the first to react; she burst into tears and then flung herself towards An Lan. An Lan barely caught her, but she staggered backwards two steps from the momentum. Fortunately, Huo Zhanting behind her braced her waist, allowing her to stand firm.
