The Rong Chuan family, who were forcefully stuffed into the car, never expected to be dismissed without a trace of consideration.
The foot that was stepped on still hurt like hell.
"Husband, are you okay?"
Mi Lan's complexion was also quite awful.
Even if she was usually adept at social interactions, she truly couldn't understand why they would believe in this Feng Shui Metaphysics and even treat a child like a distinguished guest.
That's why she took such a nasty fall.
"Go to the hospital."
The pain continued unabated, and as sweat beaded on Rong Chuan's forehead, he realized something was wrong.
"Dad, call the police! She did that on purpose!"
Rong Ling was this disheveled for the first time, kicked out in the middle of the night.
Right now, the malice in her eyes was nearly spilling out.
Call the police?
Report that a five- or six-year-old girl stepped on him, and he had to go to the hospital?
