The entire living room fell silent.
One second, two seconds, three seconds, ... ten seconds...
"Ling Yin, what are you doing?" It was Hua Hua's voice. "How can you hit a child?"
Ling Yin's eyes showed regret, his face sank, and he retracted his hand, looking at Maimai: "Are you out of your mind, do you know what you just said? If he's not your father, then who is your father?"
Maimai's eyes were red as she looked at Ling Yin, then at Hua Hua.
She had just lost her senses and said something she shouldn't have.
Hua Hua came over and hugged Maimai, pulling away the hand covering Maimai's face, five bright handprints marked on her cheek, Hua Hua's heart ached, she glared fiercely at Ling Yin: "Ling Yin, are you crazy?"
