Xu Xiaomeng's words made Zheng Jianjiang even more excited and agitated.
"Hehe, my little darling, just listen and come here..."
He began tearing at Xu Xiaomeng's clothes.
Inside, Xu Xiaomeng resisted fiercely, but seeing her father lying on the hospital bed, she felt she had no choice but to submit to fate.
"Get lost."
Just at this critical moment, an angry shout echoed through the hospital room.
"Who..."
Zheng Jianjiang had just turned his head when a punch, as heavy as a sandbag, smashed into his face.
"Crack."
A crisp sound, his nasal bone fractured, and blood gushed wildly.
For a moment, Zheng Jianjiang felt the world spinning, unable to stand, he collapsed onto the floor.
Standing on the edge of a cliff, Xu Xiaomeng turned around blankly.
Seeing Zhang Xiaoshan suddenly appearing in her line of sight, she was first shocked, then overjoyed, and then all her emotions turned into grievance.
"Brother Zhang..."
