Since Meimei wants to attend the party, just take her there. At worst, he'll keep her by his side the entire time, not letting anyone approach her.
Qiao Chengxun put down his chopsticks, stood up, and turned to look at the doorway.
The girl knelt innocently on the washboard, her hands clutching her pants, her two kneecaps shifting unconsciously in pain, unaware that this only caused her more agony.
Qiao Chengxun's heart felt as if it were being flayed alive, the pain so unbearable that he quickly ran over.
Damn it!
The man forcefully reached out to lift the girl up, swiftly carrying her to the sofa, letting her sit while he knelt in front of her, looking at the red marks on her knees from kneeling.
Tears, which he had never shed easily, welled up in his eyes, a heart-wrenching pain reminding him that Meimei was very fragile. She had lost all sense of how to live, even how to protect herself.
