Wu Chengzu looked at Bai Yiran with flickering eyes, her words seemed to deeply stimulate him. Just moments ago, he was exceptionally violent, but now he appeared particularly exhausted, chuckling in a low voice as he sat on the bed and called for someone to take Bai Yiran away.
Only Wu Chengzu and Wu Jingjing were left in the room. Her mouth was stuffed, only able to make muffled sounds, tears streaming down her cheeks as she looked at her father pleadingly.
Wu Chengzu knew what Wu Jingjing wanted, but he couldn't give it to her, so he hard-heartedly turned his head and left the room where Wu Jingjing was.
Arriving in the courtyard, Wu Chengzu lit another cigarette and began smoking. It was the brand he usually smoked, but for some reason, it didn't feel strong enough at that moment.
