"Yes." Yellow Hair immediately ordered someone to handle it.
Yan Song walked to Wei Xuan's side, crouched down to look directly into her eyes.
"Xuanxuan, would you like to go home with Uncle?"
Suddenly, Wei Xuan opened her mouth and bit his arm with such force, as if trying to tear the muscles from his arm, letting out a low, hoarse growl, like a trapped beast's roar, helpless and sorrowful.
Yan Song gritted his teeth, veins bulging on the back of his hand, yet he didn't even frown.
Suddenly, Wei Xuan began to wail, crying hysterically, heart-wrenchingly.
Yan Song held her in his arms and closed his eyes, "I'm sorry...."
The ambulance arrived, and Wei Zhao and Yan Jin were pushed onto the ambulance for emergency procedures. Wei Xuan refused to go anywhere and climbed onto the ambulance beside Yan Jin.
When he walked out of the villa, he looked at the gloomy and oppressive sky, a storm was brewing.
