"Daddy...Can I smash her head again?"
Hiss!
The room collectively gasped.
"Again?" Wang Xiao muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose as he glanced at the little girl sitting across from him.
Her wide eyes darted nervously between him and Lulu, her head wrapped in a large bandage that spoke everything about her previous encounter with his daughter.
The girl was already cowering, her small hands clutching the edges of her chair as if it might shield her from the inevitable.
He sighed, leaning back in his chair. 'Great. Just great.' The last thing he wanted was to be labeled a child molester for stepping into this mess.
But then his gaze landed on Zhenxi, who was sitting beside him with her legs swinging carelessly, looking as innocent as a cherub despite being the reason for all this chaos.
Wang Xiao smirked faintly. "Well, one kid beating the crap out of another? That's fair game, right?"
