On the other side, Zhang Wenbin carried his bowl of rice and pushed open the bedroom door.
The room was dark without the lights on, and only with the help of the moonlight, the small figure on the bed could be vaguely seen.
"Why aren't the lights on?"
He casually turned on the light and the small figure on the bed shrunk noticeably.
Zhang Wenbin walked in to put the food on the table when he saw the little one trembling and about to cry.
He frowned involuntarily, "What are you afraid of? I'm your dad. Just behave yourself, and in a couple of days, I'll let you see your mom."
Ningning finally let the tears fall, the image of her mother being beaten by this man before her, as well as by her grandparents, filled her vision.
She wanted to help her mom but was pushed away by her dad with a single hand.
Her body hurt so much, and she knew her mom must be in even greater pain.