Domestic violence
The next morning, at the top floor of the Century Tower.
Yun Yao's face was pale, she looked distracted as she sat on the sofa, thinking of something. At the door, a little girl was whispering something to Xu Zifeng.
"Zifeng, do you know where the wounds I just described came from?" The little girl blinked and asked.
Xu Zifeng had a troubled expression on his face. Looking at the girl who was not yet eighteen years old, he felt too embarrassed to tell her what was called * *.
"Cough …" This, Miss Yun Ling, why are you asking this? " Xu Zifeng tried his best to change the subject.
Yun Ling said seriously, "I found it in elder sister's hands …"
Xu Zifeng's breathing immediately increased, as Yun Ling continued, "I accidentally saw it today. You said that someone bullied my sister, but who would dare to bully my sister …"
"What are you two talking about?" Xi Mu Cheng came out of the elevator and looked at the two of them.