At the Zhong family's Villa.
"Why aren't Grandpa and Grandma back yet?"
Fang Mengran leaned on Zhong Xueqing's shoulder, her eyes still red.
She hadn't drunk the ginger soup that the servant had brought her. It was obvious that she hadn't recovered from the shock.
Zhong Xueqing carefully combed her daughter's hair with a comb, a cold smile on her face.
She didn't believe that Zhong Nanyin would dare to lay a hand on his own father.
Let's make a fuss. It's best to turn the world upside down so that I can help her vent her anger!
Just as he was thinking about it, a commotion came from downstairs!
"I'm back!" Zhong Xueqing's eyes brightened as she turned around and walked down the stairs.
However, just as he came down the stairs, he was shocked by the scene in front of him!
Old Mr. Zhong pulled Mrs. Zhong's hair into the villa like a mad man. The muscles on his face twitched in anger and the veins on his neck were obvious.
