Listening to Zhang Hua's confession, Wen Jinshe and the others felt as if they were struck by Thunder Strike.
It's all true.
Yet he pretended to be so gentle, so innocent, even portrayed his family's disgust as if he were the victim, too terrifying.
Wen Jinshe's vision darkened, his body swayed, feeling as if the sky had collapsed.
What does such a man think of in the quiet of the night? Does he contemplate how to kill me?
Wen Jinshe's arms broke out in goosebumps, feeling a bit nauseous.
"Wife, father, please go and call that man back, save me, Rong'er and the others can't be without a dad!" Zhang Hua finally crawled to their feet.
Wen Fulin's face was ashen. Having such a father was indeed the lifelong disgrace of Rong'er and the others; it would be better if he died right now, one life for another, and be done with it.
As this voice sprang up from the depths of his heart, Wen Fulin was startled by his own 'malice', muttered a sin, and then forced a bitter smile.
