Suddenly, a heart-wrenching cry came, making one feel pained just hearing it.
Wen Jiaren, like an aged machine, twisted her stiff neck to look towards Mu Xiao's position, only to see Mu Xiao struggling to get down from his chair. With a "bang," he fell to the ground and couldn't get up. His small body was covered in blood, looking pitiful and endearing.
Mu Xiao couldn't get up, and finally, with a cry, he painfully reached out to Mu Qian, crawling slowly towards him, "Dad... Daddy... sob sob..."
Just a wall away, in the opposite private room, Ji Ziling paused her chopsticks on the plate. She looked at Jian Rong and asked, "Did you hear the commotion from the other side?"
