Who pinched my philtrum, it's spicy!

Ling Lei was momentarily stunned before she started to pinch Wen Chang's philtrum.

She was very worried and used all her strength, pinching Wen Chang's philtrum to the point where the skin was bald.

"Uh—"

Soon, a light grunt came from Wen Chang, lying on the ground, signaling the return of consciousness.

Ling Lei's heart, elevated with worry, plummeted to the ground, and she patted Wen Chang's face.

"Wen Chang, wake up. Open your eyes and look at me."

Wen Jing and Wen Xue, brother and sister, also heard Wen Chang's voice; hope brimmed in their eyes as they rushed over.

"Dad!" Wen Xue's voice trembled, "Wake up, don't scare us... Wuuwuu..."

As she spoke, her sobs broke through.

The suppressed voice, filled with fear, was distressing to hear.

Wen Jing's eyes were very red; he gritted his teeth, clutched his father's hand tightly, his body visibly stiffened.

Wen Chang opened his eyes, his gaze still somewhat vacant, but subconsciously he looked towards where Ling Lei was.