Wen Xinya sank to the ground as she instinctively stretched out her hand to cover her forehead. However, fresh blood seeped through the cracks of her fingers unrelentingly, covering her hand in blood.
A sense of fear arose within Wen Haowen as he subconsciously stepped back. He didn't expect things to develop to such a stage either.
Ning Shuqian looked at the Wen Xinya lying down on the ground, her gorgeous little face devoid of color within an instant, pale and weak with a fragile translucence. Fresh blood ran along her fingers and stained her face, making her look unearthly.
A wave of mania ran through her heart uncontrollably. Wen Xinya, you b*tch! Such a small injury let you off lightly.
Mother Wang heard Master's irritable voice from the living room, felt uneasy, rushed out in a hurry, and saw Wen Xinya curled up on the ground with a pool of heart-frightening fresh blood.
