Zhao's father, panting heavily, faced Pei Chenyang who had been beaten, likewise gasping for breath.
Two streams of blood were pouring from his nose.
His entire figure was in a sorry state, yet he offered no rebuttal.
It was only by taking advantage of the deep night that he had called He Chengzhi to get some tools and managed to escape by jumping out of the window with a parachute.
After that, he hurried non-stop to the Zhao Family, and the news he got from Zhao's mother struck him like a bolt from the blue.
His elder brother had taken Zhao Mengmeng away, and what awaited Mengmeng, he could guess in his heart.
At this moment, he just wanted to hear the announcement from either father Zhao or Zhao Mengmeng himself.
"Zhao Mengmeng..." Pei Chenyang tried to stand up strong, his gaze skipping over father Zhao and landing on Zhao Mengmeng.
Only then did he realize that the one who had been silent all this time was none other than Zhao Mengmeng herself.
She was unbelievably calm.
