Watching the woman quietly, even though Xiao Wanxue was worried about her youngest son and the anxious family members who had learned the news, her face remained calm and composed, her gaze serene as water, without a trace of panic or fear.
The calmer Xiao Wanxue appeared, the more the woman resented her, clenching Xiao Wanxue's jaw so tightly with her hand that it seemed as if she would crush it.
The penetrating, bone-gnawing pain in her jaw turned Xiao Wanxue's face deathly pale, but she did not even furrow her brows, only holding her son tight.
Outside the room, Yang Chengrong could no longer hold back, kicked the door open with one foot, and charged directly at the woman.
Some followed closely behind him, while others entered through the broken window.
