Seeing the situation, Wang Daguo rushed forward to restrain Fang Ming's father and stop him from going on a rampage.
Fang Ming's father was quite scrawny, but at that moment, he summoned some kind of brute strength and flung Wang Daguo's hands off him.
Wang Daguo staggered back. Clenching his jaw, he lunged at the man again.
This time, he finally managed to grab him. He told Fang Ming to find some sturdy steel rope to tie his father up securely.
Fang Ming wiped the tears from his face and went over to help his mother, who was lying on the floor, too weak to get up.
"Mom? Mom, are you okay?" Seeing his mother's lifeless state, fresh tears welled up in Fang Ming's eyes.
"I'm... I'm fine," Fang Ming's mother rasped, her voice barely a whisper. A ring of dark purple bruises circled her neck, a testament to how much force her husband had used.
