Just as the call connected, He Longze's urgent voice came through the receiver, "Chenxi, how is it? Did your parents hit her?"
Hit?
This man, is violence all he thinks about?
That girl is the apple of their family's eye; who would dare lay a finger on her?
He snorted with laughter, "No, not hitting, but they might ignore her for a while."
The cold shoulder from their father was enough to give the whole family the creeps.
"Huh? Can't you say something good for her? Otherwise, can I come to your house?" Ever since they left, he had been sitting anxiously in the car.
He constantly worried that the girl might be scolded, wanting to be with her all the time. Even if she were reprimanded, he preferred to bear it alone.
She was such a small, innocent girl, so filial; if her parents blamed her for a few days, her mood would certainly be terrible.
He was so worried, desperately wanting to appear by her side to protect her.
