Chief Guardian

Chapter 362
"Home?" She raised her head and looked at the aunt sweeping the floor in confusion, as if she was talking to herself, "Where is home?" There is no home, no more home.

Her eyes drooped, and her eye sockets were a little red.

Seeing that her whole body is wet, she didn't spend the night here last night, did she?

The aunt sweeping the floor thought, with a sore nose and a burst of heartache, "Tell auntie, where is your home, or, you can tell me the phone number, and I will call your family to pick you up?"

She shook her head, she almost killed him, he won't forgive her. 
"He doesn't want me anymore, never again." Tears dripped from her eyes on her hands, and she dropped her chin on her knees.

"Poor child," Auntie sweeping the floor patted Lei Zhen on the shoulder, "Do you have any relatives or good friends or classmates? Tell me their phone numbers, and I will notify them to come pick you up. If you get wet, you need to change your clothes quickly."

Parents?friend?classmate?

Does she have it?
How ridiculous these words are to her.

She buried her head deeply in her arms and let the rain hit her.

"Oh, you want to be quiet, right? Then I won't bother you. Remember to go back and change your clothes. I'm leaving." The sweeping aunt shook her head helplessly.

"Welcome everyone to watch the morning entertainment report. First of all, let's take a look at the main entertainment information." The screen turned to a group of pictures, "The president of the Crofa Group has been sent back to the villa last night; there was a traffic accident on the highway last night, the president Lei Wanjun's new secretary was in the car with a man; Lei Zhen, Lei's daughter, stabbed Lei Wanjun with a knife, ran out of the building, and still hasn't returned. More than a hundred bodyguards are looking around, and many reporters ..."

The aunt sweeping the floor just walked out of the small park, and the LCD TV in the high-rise building was broadcasting the morning entertainment report.

"Huh? Why is that lady so similar to the lady on TV?" The sweeping aunt wanted to confirm again, but the screen had turned to a group of reporters holding up their microphones and huddling together.

"Maybe it's my eyesight." Brother Sweeping said helplessly.

(End of this chapter)