Fan Li shook her head, "No."
Speaking of this, she also found it strange. Why hasn’t Jun Mochan made any moves so far?
It shouldn’t be like this.
"I want to see Fan Rou." Fan Er slowly said.
"I don’t know where she is either. I’ll ask Dad for you later."
When she ntioned that na, Fan Li’s tone was very complicated, with a hint of bitterness.
In fact, she sowhat understood why Fan Rou did this.
She had been repressed for too long; they never showed her any warmth.
They called themselves relatives, but they were almost like enemies.
If it were her, she would rebel too.
Fan Mother, who had just returned from asking the doctor, looked a bit serious, but she didn’t say anything and just told Fan Er to take good care of his injury before leaving.
They didn’t notice that soone had already set their sights on them in the dark.
The Jun Family
"How long are we going to wait?" Lan Shao roared.
Every minute, every second was precious for Fan Rou.
Do they understand?
Jun Mochan slightly frowned, Zhou Xian held his shoulder, "Calm down, calm down."
How could he not be anxious? He was almost dying of anxiety. As Lan Shao was about to say sothing, he felt a pain at the back of his neck and then passed out.
"Alright." Zhou Xian clapped his hands and said.
"Should have done this long ago." Chu Ji pursed his lips, "All he does is yell there without doing anything. How annoying."
"You should understand him. His beloved woman is suffering sowhere. It’s normal to be anxious."
"Since there’s no movent from that side, let’s fan the flas. Spread the information I have about the Fan Family’s cris and the news of capturing them." Jun Mochan said without looking up.
Zhou Xian and Chu Ji exchanged glances and said in unison, "Understood."
The hunt officially began.
Before receiving orders, Fan’s father was still torturing Fan Rou.
"Splash"
A big bucket of salt water was poured over, and Fan Rou awoke from the pain.
In the blurry vision, she saw a rough silhouette, but that didn’t hinder her from recognizing the person in front of her as Fan’s father.
She thought, why not just let her die?
That way, it wouldn’t be so painful.
"Awake? Then let’s continue." Fan’s father’s eyes were cold, and his expression was terrifyingly grim.
Fan Rou closed her eyes.
Fan’s father pulled her hair, blood soaking through her fingertips: "Tell , what is Jun Mochan’s real plan?"
"I don’t know." Fan Rou’s voice was hoarse and weak from the pain.
"As expected from my daughter, stubborn to the bone, don’t know, huh? I..."
Soone hurriedly entered, whispered sothing into Fan’s father’s ear.
Fan’s father stood up abruptly: "What did you say? Is the information accurate?"
"It’s true."
Fan’s father glanced at Fan Rou on the floor: "What exactly does Jun Mochan have in his hand?"
Saying this, he was almost roaring.
"Want to know? I just won’t tell you."
"Bitch." Fan’s father kicked her, "I should never have given birth to you."
As if she wanted to be born in the first place.
Back then, he should have shot her onto the wall; that way, she wouldn’t exist.
Many tis, she asked herself why she ca to this world.
Clearly, she didn’t want to live in a world full of malice.
"Keep a close watch on her." Fan’s father stopped paying attention to her.
"Bring the madam and young lady here, and also the young master."
Before taking action, it’s naturally necessary to ensure those people’s safety.
"Yes."
Fan’s father strode back to the study.
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