The waiter at the bar heard Xia Changyue's description and immediately sent her aside.

Xia Changyue bit her lip, turned around and walked towards the elegant seats on both sides of the bar.

I looked around on the left, but did not find it, and then looked to the right.

When Yang Muya called her, the sound of the music was very loud, indicating that she was definitely not in the private room, just near the dance floor.

Xia Changyue looked around the entire lobby, and finally found Yang Muya who was so drunk in a place near the stereo.

In front of her, filled with empty beer bottles, the whole person was lying on the table, burping uncomfortably.

"Ms. Yang, are you okay?" Xia Changyue stepped forward to help her up and followed her back.

As soon as she was relieved, she was covering her mouth again, wanting to vomit, and quickly handed the trash can under the table to her.

Xia Changyue was alone, and it took a lot of effort to help Yang Muya out of the bar.

Don't worry that she was in the hotel alone, so she took her back to her apartment.

"Wei Qingsi, how can you die before you owe me back..."

"Even if you die, I won't forgive you... your betrayal of our feelings..."

"Give me back my daughter..."

Yang Muya was so drunk that she started talking drunk as soon as she lay on the sofa.

Xia Changyue heard intermittently, but vaguely understood the reason why she was in a bad mood and went to the bar to buy drunk.

The person she was looking for is dead?

As soon as this thought passed through Xia Changyue's mind, her heart suddenly tightened.

Before her eyes, Yang Muya seemed to collapse and despair in front of her again...

Yang Muya lived alone for so many years, and finally waited until Yang Zuo died. No one could stop her from retrieving her daughter. But now the person she was looking for died, what about her daughter?

Looking at her, I'm afraid that the person I want to find, besides my own daughter, is the man she can't let go of?

But now, the daughter hasn't been found yet, but she learned that the man is dead.

No wonder she couldn't bear it and went to the bar to get drunk.

"You tell me, why can someone abandon a relationship so easily?" Yang Muya suddenly sat up from the sofa, reached out and grabbed Xia Changyue's arm, and questioned.

"..."

"I never felt that he was not worthy of me, even if the whole world opposed it, I never thought about separating, why did he not want me..." Yang Muya held Xia Changyue tightly, looked at her crystal clear eyes, and stretched out her hand suddenly. Close her eyes.

Silly smiled and muttered.

"Really, these eyes really look like when I was young."

"...Ms. Yang, you are drunk, I will make you a bowl of hangover soup." Xia Changyue was about to stand up, but Yang Muya held her and held her.

"You are not allowed to go! Wei Qingsi, you are not allowed to go! I love you so much, why do you not want me, why do you steal my daughter... You give her back to me, give me back..."

Yang Muya shook Xia Changyue's shoulders excitedly, and Xia Changyue was dizzy.

Want to push her away, but the drunk Yang Muya was terrifying with great strength.

Just when Xia Changyue thought her arm was about to be squeezed off by her, Yang Muya suddenly fell silent, and when she fell back, she fell asleep.

"It's finally quiet." Xia Changyue sighed and stood up from the sofa with a lingering arm on the painful arm.

After thinking about it, he went into the bathroom and got a basin of water before walking back to the living room.