At this very moment, in the living room, Damon's shocked gaze was fixed upon his sister Renilla.
He had never before seen Renilla in such a state of distress.
"What's happening?" he inquired.
"Someone's bullying me, sob sob sob…" Renilla wept as if she'd been grievously wronged. "She yanked my hair and shoved me down. My dress was torn by her."
Damon listened to his sister's cries, noticing her torn skirt and imminent exposure of her underwear. In a hurry, he removed his suit jacket and draped it over her.
With disheveled hair and tearful eyes, Renilla's misery tugged at his heartstrings.
Turning his gaze to Huo Sicheng, he observed the man nonchalantly flipping through documents, seemingly oblivious to Renilla's presence.
Why.
A sigh escaped Damon's lips. Rather than taking her complaints to Huo Sicheng, Renilla might find more understanding in him.
As her older brother, he would undoubtedly stand up for her.
