Lan Ruowei only felt a burning pain on her left cheek, but it was nothing compared to the pain in her heart. She stared straight at Lan Zhongxuan: "You hit me."
"Ruowei, I..."
Lan Zhongxuan regretted it too. He had never hit Lan Ruowei like this before.
"Don't call me." Lan Ruowei's face grew even colder.
"Ruowei, your dad didn't mean to. Quick, get the ointment. Zhongxuan, how could you hit your daughter? Look at how red and swollen her face is from your slap."
Song Lingyu took the ointment from the maid, her expression full of concern, as she stepped forward to apply it to Lan Ruowei.
"Get lost." As soon as Lan Ruowei saw this woman, she felt she was so fake, clearly delighted in her eyes, yet with such a disgusting expression. She raised her hand and pushed her away.
Song Lingyu cried out softly: "Ah."
Her body fell to the ground, an expression of pain all over her face: "It hurts so much, my stomach hurts so much."
"Ling Yu, Ling Yu."
