She wanted her dead.
Manman clutched at her chest, where there was no more pain, only an icy coldness.
Liao Shuya hung up the phone contentedly, because from the voice on the other end, Jian Hui was actually already driving and on his way here. As she turned to go back to the car, suddenly, a slap sent her stumbling to the ground.
The cell phone flew out of her hand, and due to the excessive force, it hit a tree trunk and cracked into two pieces.
"Uncle!" She rolled over, propping up her upper body with her hand, and looked up to see Wen Shixuan.
Wen Shixuan's face was clouded with anger, and his eyes, red as peaches. It was less anger and more a profound disappointment in his niece.
How heartbreaking it was to hear his niece plotting harm against him and his daughter.
"Manman and I both heard," said Wen Shixuan, clenching his fists. When he saw her pouting and still trying to make excuses, he gave her an angry glare.
