"Dad!"
At the door, Wen Mingzhu's shrill cry came through. Wen Shitong leaped up like a grasshopper.
The several men who had surged forward, intending to rush at Manman, were also startled by the voice and stopped in their tracks.
At that moment, Manman and Chun Xia had retreated behind the sofa, planning to dash into the kitchen to grab bowls and pans for defense. Now, seeing the sudden change, they exchanged looks, both unclear about what was happening.
"Mingzhu!" Wen Shitong let out a scream like a woman's, evidently seeing something utterly terrifying.
Wen Mingzhu appeared like a sack of hemp thrown in, limbs splayed in front of Wen Shitong, head curled into her chest, her entire body shaking as if electrocuted, never stopping for a moment.
Manman and Chun Xia, peering over the sofa to watch the proceedings, realized the truth of Wen Haoxue's report upon seeing the layers of gauze on Wen Mingzhu's head: her face really was ruined.
But, by whom?
