Chu Zhan was shocked to see the rage on Li Tingyan's face dissipate at a visible speed, replaced by a warm tenderness like a spring breeze, as he walked over and picked up the slender girl curled up in the seat, "Nini..."
"Stop fighting, your hands will get dirty." Nianyang clutched his shirt with her small hands, her little face rubbing against his warm chest, saying weakly, "Take me away from here, I'm really tired, let's go."
"Okay, I'll take you away right now." Li Tingyan replied softly, at this moment, his little wife was like a fragile gem to him; he didn't even dare to speak loudly, afraid of making her uncomfortable.
He raised his head and calmly looked at Chu Zhan,
"Chu Zhan, I'll leave this to you. Those two people framed my wife, and I want them to pay the price. None of them should escape, especially Ni Jia, who even tried to destroy my relationship with my wife. She must be severely punished!"
