Chapter 89: Wan Qing's little devil's thoughts eight
Wan Qing's little devil's thoughts (8)
"It's broad daylight, what's the ghost's name?" The old man was still furious, and he started shouting before he finished hearing the words.
"The third lady's room is flooded!" the mother-in-law continued to shout in panic. But when the third lady heard this, she immediately screamed and rushed out without saying anything.
Thanks to her little feet, she was able to run so fast without falling.
The old man and the old lady also waved their sleeves and followed hurriedly. As for Hongyun who was kneeling on the ground, no one said a word.
Finally everyone left, Wan Qing rushed in immediately, hugged Hongyun and cried immediately. While touching Hongyun's beaten face, she asked: "Mom, does it hurt?"
"It hurts." Looking at Wan Qing, Hongyun's voice was cold, so cold that Wan Qing unconsciously held back her tears.
Hongyun was the one who picked her up, the one who raised her day by day, the one who stayed with her every day and covered her up at night. She was a benefactor, and even more so, a relative. Her relatives accepted her in front of her.
She felt wronged, angry, and hated herself even more for not being able to protect her.
If she could, she would rather not use all the twists and turns, but just rush up and knock all those people to the ground, or drive them away. But she couldn't.
She was still too young and too weak. So when she came in and saw Hongyun kneeling on the ground, half of her face was red and swollen, and she looked so embarrassed, she immediately cried without any pretense.
But Hongyun's voice and attitude made her a little overwhelmed.
"Wan Qing, have you seen clearly? Remember? How these people in the Xiao family treated mother." Hongyun's voice was cold, without any warmth. Wan Qing thought she would see an angry face.
.However, no matter how she looked at Hongyun's face, she could not see any expression called hatred. All she could see was indifference and strange calmness.
"Mom?" Wan Qing was confused.
Hongyun knelt on the ground, gently held Wanqing in her arms, and sighed, "Good boy Wanqing, don't worry, just remember."
"Remember?" Remember what? Remember that she was beaten, or how hateful the Xiao family is. What will happen after remembering? Tooth for tooth? Or to pay back a hundredfold? Or, to forget?