Flogging

Gong Shaochen tried his best to hold back the anger in his heart. Now that talent was the most important thing, he walked over and picked her up.

"Shumo, wake up. Shumo, I'm sorry, I'm late. Can you open your eyes? Can you look at me?"

Gong Shaochen blamed himself. It was all his fault. Why didn't he notice that she was gone? Why did he go to work that morning?

He should have been home with her, and he should have asked her clearly. If that was the case, then Luo Shumo wouldn't have been kidnapped, and she wouldn't have been harmed like this.

"Shumo, can you open your eyes and look at me? "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Shumo. I came late, so nothing will happen to you. I won't let anything happen to you."

A man doesn't cry easily, but it's not to the point of being sad. Gong Shaochen also couldn't control his tears, so they flowed out naturally.