Xia Anlan brought him directly to the place where Xia rushuang was being held. He did not bring him directly to see Xia rushuang, but first to the surveillance room.
When old master saw Xia rushuang through the surveillance camera, he was shocked.
Xia rushuang's condition seemed to be particularly bad. Her four limbs seemed to be broken, and she sat there motionlessly like a corpse.
"An LAN, what's going on? why is rushuang locked up here? An LAN, you ... You didn't do this, did you? You can't do this to her ... She's ..."
"Dad," Xia Anlan interrupted him impatiently,"aren't you going to ask Xia rushuang what she did before I let someone lock her up?"
"I ... I don't care what she did. In today's society, even if she did something wrong, she shouldn't be punished like this, right?" Master Xia didn't know what Xia rushuang had done, nor did he expect that the adopted daughter he had brought back would attack him time and time again, almost killing his own daughter.
