Xia Xuan could only forcefully open the hands that were tightly clasping her throat, and her upper body was completely pressed against her mother.
Facing her increasingly crazy mother, Xia Xuan didn't know if she could survive it next time.
At this time, the father who had disappeared for two years, the man who had abandoned his mother and daughter, was standing at the door of the store like a sculpture, his whole body emaciated, as if he had been cut down by a knife. His whole face seemed to have just been fished out of a barrel full of pine oil, especially on the deeply protruding cheekbone, there was a black hole that had long lost his left eye and was still full of blood.
At this moment, he was holding a dagger and walking towards Xia Xuan...
Intention: Destiny is like a thread, and it should be like a rock.