"No need—" Chen Meng'er was interrupted before she could finish her sentence.
"Little Miss, something bad has happened." Chen Meng'er was interrupted by Fatty's shout halfway through their conversation.
Zhou Yunjie frowned when he heard Fatty's voice.
"Uncle Fatty, what's wrong? Why are you so anxious?" Chen Meng'er stood up and greeted him.
It was fortunate that Fatty usually exercised, which was why he was not panting after running for a short distance.
"It's an urgent matter, Little Miss. We just received a call from your mother. She said that your father was beaten up and is currently lying in the hospital." Fatty finished his sentence in one breath. The expression on his face was as worried as he could be.
"My father? Which One? Qu Yaobing, or?" Chen Meng'er did not react for a moment.
