Huang's father was shocked to the core, incapable of uttering a single word. When he turned to see his son, who he didn't know how long had been standing nearby, his heart sank even further.
Huang Xiaojue didn't look at anyone, leaning against the wall with his eyes tightly closed. Even though he harbored deep anger toward Wan Donglin, he couldn't find the words to express it. If it were like the Spring Festival, if Wan Donglin had hurt her, I would never have backed down, even if it meant fighting him to the death. But this time, I was the one who had hurt her.
How could Wan Donglin not know Huang Xiaojue was standing to one side? Not only did he know, but he had also precisely calculated the time. Guessing when the Huang Family would arrive, he had rushed over specifically. This matter needed a resolution. Yan Xixi, that little deceiver, had hidden herself away. There had to be someone to handle the aftermath, and it was better to make a clean break than to let things drag on.
