8

"Why is this phone in your hand? Where is she?"

With one sentence, Wang Xiuxiu's face immediately changed.

Her hands began to tremble, and she couldn't even speak.

My dad stepped forward, took the phone from Wang Xiuxiu's hand, his expression changed drastically:

"Why is there blood on the phone? What exactly happened?"

Seeing my dad approaching, his aura intimidating, Wang Xiuxiu became incoherent:

"I don't know, I know nothing, everything I did was because Zhang Meili told me to."

Under my dad's almost devouring gaze, Wang Xiuxiu dared not conceal anything, she pointed at me on the ground:

"The phone is hers."

My dad was struck like lightning, hurriedly squatted down: "Little Ya, it's really you."

When he stood up again, he held me in his arms, and simultaneously freed a hand to slap Zhang Meili.

Zhang Meili was stunned by the slap, tears streaming down:

"Husband, we are a family, and you hit me for another woman."