It was at that moment that everybody had arrived. Han Tian's words shook them to their core. Shuang saw her father's cheek slit a bit, and a drop of blood trickled down through it.
"D-Dad!"
She had tears in her eyes as she rushed to his side.
Han Huizhong froze. He slowly turned and saw Zhiyuan, Xinyi, and Zizi standing behind at a distance.
"You...What are you three doing here!?" His nostrils flared in anger.
Shuang checked An Guoting's face and bit her lip hard. "Dad, you are bleeding!"
An Guoting, who was already pale from being sick a little, dismissed her. He breathed a little heavily. "I am fine…"
"You are not fine at all! Look at your cheek! A bruise is forming. It's getting so purple…"
She glared at Han Tian. "Uncle Han! How dare you hit my father!?"
Han Tian stared at her. "Compared to what your father did to my sister, two punches are hardly a punishment, dear."
