Qiao Mo looked at the two children, Chenchen and Qiqi nodded vigorously this time, like little chicks pecking at rice.
Fu Nancheng stared at Qiao Mo without speaking, and Qiao Mo felt inexplicably guilty.
She looked apologetically at the two children, thinking that she had really tried her best as a mother…
After Qiao Mo left, the temperature in the room dropped a few degrees. Fu Nancheng looked over the injuries on the children without uttering a word.
As time ticked by, the pressure in the room increased. Even though he hadn't said a word, the sheer intensity of his presence made the two very young children unable to withstand it.
Chenchen lightly pressed his lips together, seemingly trying hard to hold back a sob.
What should I do… Dad is so scary… His face is so dark.
Qiqi was also trying to hold on, with a thin layer of sweat forming on his forehead.
Will his new dad hit him too, or will he abandon him?
