As soon as Lu Zijia and the others stepped into the door of the Fang family's villa, they heard two people's voices and the sound of glass tiles shattering on the second floor of the villa.
Hearing that voice, Fang Chengtao immediately ignored Lu Zijia and Fei Dingshan, and ran upstairs in a hurry.
Seeing this, Lu Zijia and Fei Dingshan followed him.
"What's going on? Didn't Yingying fall asleep just then? Did someone wake her up?"
Fang Chengtao walked to the door of a room with pink as the main color, and what he saw was a room with a mess.
And his daughter was leaning against the corner in a messy state at this moment, holding a small vase in her hand while looking at the people in the room with a slightly crazy and vigilant expression.
Looking at his daughter, who looked extremely haggard and was getting increasingly skinny, Fang Chengtao couldn't help having a heartache and a headache at the same time.
