Dyed The Front Of His Shirt Red

Lu Hetian was agile in his movements. After grabbing Madam Lin in his arms, he sat back once more unto the back of the horse.

"Weiwei, are you…" He lowered his head quickly in an attempt to check his daughter's condition, but before he managed to finish his sentence, a hard slap fell across his face.

Lu Hetian was taken aback by the fiery pain on his cheek.

The next thing he knew, he was looking into the cold and venomous eyes of the woman, who was staring back at him with an accusatory gaze.

He was instantly stunned; those were a pair of eyes that were extremely familiar to him.

"Lihua…" He lifted his hand, attempting to gently touch her, but Madam Lin hit him on the chest with her palm.

Lu Hetian was not prepared for the blow. Madam Lin had infused the hit with her internal strength, which caused Lu Hetian's vital energy and state of blood to go haywire.