Chang Wenzhu's sinister words caused Wenwen's father's presence to suddenly dispel by half.
And when he stepped aside to answer a phone call on his mobile phone, despair and helplessness had already filled Wenwen's father's face.
At that moment, he seemed to have aged many years all at once.
He staggered slightly, looking dejected and defeated. If not for Wenwen supporting him in time, he might have collapsed to the ground.
The air suddenly became thick with tension.
Besides the sound of Chang Wenzhu speaking on the phone, there seemed to be only the sighs of Wenwen's father and the faint sound of Wenwen's tears tracking down her cheeks and dropping to the floor.
Observing this scene, Qiao took out a cigarette from his pocket and offered one to Wenwen's father, "Brother, don't blame me for not helping you,
we both know what kind of man Chang Wenzhu is. Those who defy him never reap any good.
