At the bedroom balcony:
Fu Jingshen gripped the phone, listening to Su Shan's words with heavy thoughts. His ink-dark eyes fixed on the little girl sleeping soundly not far away, his pupils darkening as a tumult of emotions churned within.
Niannian, who exactly are you protecting?
Your heart has suffered so much, yet you can't speak of it...
An acquaintance was the perpetrator.
Heh...
Fu Jingshen now felt the urge to flay that so-called acquaintance a thousand times over.
In fact, he hated himself more, for not having provided her with adequate protection in the first place.
...
Su Shan knew that Fu Jingshen was having a hard time, and she pursed her lips before speaking, "Mr. Fu... What's your opinion? Should we expose the person behind all this?"
"Yes, of course..."
Fu Jingshen's tone was firm as he said, "Anyone who has ever hurt her, or even attempted to hurt her, will pay a severe price."
Su Shan: "..."
For some reason...
