Xin Liao felt a sharp pain on his head, and the strength in his hands suddenly loosened, causing him to fall straight to the ground.
Lying on his back.
He saw that his beloved youngest daughter, Xin Xiangsi, was still holding the front end of a vase.
On the ground, there were shattered fragments everywhere.
From Xin Xiangsi's eyes, he saw the same malice as Luo Chang's.
Family broken apart.
This was Xin Liao's situation.
In the darkness before his eyes, he recalled the pure and beautiful times he spent with Mu Xin.
If he hadn't made the same mistakes that all men do, with Mu Xin's kindness, wouldn't he be living well right now?
Unfortunately, he had no chance to regret it.
Luo Chang coughed repeatedly; seeing the scene before her, she was also frightened out of her wits.
But she quickly snapped out of it, hurriedly standing to comfort the bewildered Xin Xiangsi standing there.
