The slap, which seemed to use up all her strength, spread pain across Ning Xia's cheek, turning her face to one side.
Immediately after, a voice filled with extreme rage pressed down on her.
"Was it you who took my grandson out and caused him to get injured?"
Ning Xia was momentarily stunned, then slowly lifted her gaze to meet that of a distinguished and imposing old woman with white hair.
Her eyes were narrowed deeply, exuding a chill and disgust that made one's heart turn cold involuntarily.
She was... Little Crybaby's grandmother!
Ning Xia pursed her lips and straightened her back slightly, then spoke full of apology, "I'm sorry, I didn't look after Little Crybaby well, how is he now?"
Little Crybaby had fainted, his complexion was awful, and he had an injury on his neck; having been held hostage for so long, who knew if he had other injuries as well.
"Sorry?"
