"Don't cry, I'll go find Ruohan. How can this bastard hit you like this? Wait here! I'll go to him." Shang Feng stood up and stormed out without looking back.
Shang Kaiwen hadn't had time to call Shang Feng back, and he was already gone.
She breathed a sigh of relief.
Luckily, her own father was still supportive.
Otherwise, she'd truly have nowhere to turn.
She watched as dusk gradually descended outside the window. Maybe soon she'd be back home, where tonight she wouldn't be startled awake by nightmares, perhaps she could finally have a peaceful sleep.
She didn't want to stay here for another minute.
Thankfully, thankfully.
Shang Feng swept into the downstairs living room like a gust of wind.
His speed was hard to believe for someone over fifty, and the fury and gloom on his face foreshadowed an approaching storm.
Ruohan was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper when he saw Shang Feng storm towards him.
