HOW HAN LUO FELT
Placing two ice bags on either of her cheeks, Han Luo was sitting at the table thinking about the events that unfolded just some moments ago.
Beside her, maid Eva had already covered Han Sheng Ming's cheek with a bandage after applying some ointment.
The living room was pin drop silent. Everyone was quiet. Truthfully, no one had the slightest mood to strike a conversation.
Sophia came into the room along with a tray from the kitchen. She placed two glasses of freshly squeezed orange juice on the table. She glanced at the children and sighed.
It had been ten minutes since Du Liu had left the house along with Han Luilui and Han Wanwan.
Just as Han Sheng Ming said, he took things into his hands to book hotel rooms and called a taxi for his mother and sisters.
After they left, Noah brought the first aid box to take care of Han Luo and Han Sheng Ming's wound.