Wen Sirou glanced at him and walked inside.
"During this time, stay here and take care of Xiao Yun without any mistakes!" Mr. Song ordered in a commanding tone.
Wen Sirou looked at Song Yun, who seemed mentally unstable on the bed, and nodded.
Mr. Song frowned, took one last look at Song Yun, and left the room.
"Wen Gang, come to my study."
Mr. Song's stern voice echoed from outside the door, and Wen Sirou's eyelashes lowered slightly.
"Ah..."
Song Yun's shrill scream pulled Wen Sirou's thoughts back.
Wen Sirou raised her eyes to look at Song Yun, her gaze sweeping over her exposed neck and arm skin, almost none of it was unblemished, all covered in bruises and bite marks.
So what Song Yun had experienced no longer needed verification.
"I want to kill her, I want to kill her!" Song Yun shouted, her hands pounding the bed fiercely.
Wen Sirou walked over, looking down at her, "Who is 'she'?"
