"Xiao Ya, don't scare Mom, Xiao Ya..."
Pushed by Wen Ya, Zhao Yali slipped, her back head hitting the wall, her vision spinning dizzily. After regaining her senses with much difficulty, she saw Wen Ya screaming crazily. Zhao Yali could no longer care about the pain in her head and feet as she rushed forward to hold Wen Ya.
In the room, hearing Wen Ya's screams and Zhao Yali's tearful voice, everyone's face turned grim.
Only Fu Mingyu and Wen Nuan seemed unaffected by the events, their expressions calm and indifferent.
It's unclear what Fu Mingyu whispered in Wen Nuan's ear, but her lips curved slightly, her gaze casting a playful glance at him.
In the cold air, it seemed a gentle glow enveloped both of them, like bubbles isolating them from the surrounding.
Wen Yiming looked on with a sinister gaze, as a peculiar suspicion arose in his heart.
