"Well..." Xia Wan nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

Huo Qingsui's slow voice pressed against her ears, and he was very low: "Why? Tell me, huh?"

"Why...?" Xia Wan started thinking seriously after hearing this.

After a while, her tears fell without warning.

Huo Qingsui's eyes darkened, but he didn't stop him, just letting her cry.

"He hit me, he hit me..." Xia Wan subconsciously grabbed the man's shirt behind her and whimpered softly, which made people heartbroken, "For Xu Jianing, he...he hit me again, once, twice. Am I his daughter?"

Aunt Zhou told him about her being beaten up early in the morning, but now when she heard her say it in person, her mood in her heart rose and fell. His eyes darkened again, as thick as ink, and cold and without warmth.

"Does it still hurt?" Huo Qingsui's left face was covered with gentle and dangerous features.

The simple three words made Xia Wan unable to hold it anymore.

"It hurts..." She cried and suffocated, and tears fell on the back of his hand.
Chapter completed!