Tang Zhenghao was immensely shocked as he slowly turned around, one hand clutching the back of his head, eyes wide in disbelief.
Lin Qingyuan clutched a small iron shovel tightly in both hands, her whole body trembling uncontrollably, her beautiful eyes staring at him in terror and anger.
In the eyes of both, shock was fully present.
With a "bang," Tang Zhenghao suddenly collapsed to the ground, passing out.
Ye Liangyan also snapped out of her shock, glancing at her mother and then at the man who was slowly approaching in a wheelchair a little behind.
Ye Liangyan was momentarily dazed before she hurriedly threw herself into Lin Qingyuan's arms, "Mom—"
She held on tight to her still trembling mother.
It wasn't until then that Lin Qingyuan regained her senses, her grip loosening, and the small shovel clattered to the ground. She held Ye Liangyan tight, then after a few seconds, she hastily let go to check her daughter over.
"Xiaoyan, how are you? Are you all right?"
