The yard was in a complete mess.
Many flowerpots had been kicked over; the ground was covered with soil and the crushed petals.
Looking inside, the glass on the windows had all been smashed, now lying in pieces, turned to debris.
Tang Zhong dismounted his motorcycle and saw this chaotic scene, his expression instantly turning cold. With his years of battlefield analysis, he knew that a fierce brawl had taken place here not long ago.
"Mom!" Feng Xiaoxiao kept shouting as she ran into the room, only to find all the furniture smashed.
The coffee table in the living room was broken in half, the sofa was turned over, and even the television screen had a big hole smashed into it.
It was a complete mess, anything that could be smashed had been smashed.
The food on the dining table was scattered all over the floor.
Feng Xiaoxiao searched every room for her mother but to no avail.
"My mom must be in trouble!" Feng Xiaoxiao muttered to herself in panic.
