Qi Siyuan also widened her eyes, staring at Cheng Nanfang in horror. His large hand, hanging by his side, was trembling gently, his eyes a deep red.
He had just lost control of his emotions, and for the first time in his life, he had fiercely slapped his daughter.
The moment he struck her, he had already forgotten about the bullet still lodged in his daughter's brain.
"Sister! Sister, are you alright?" Cheng Yue was terrified and clung tightly to Cheng Yu, refusing to let go.
Cheng Yu shook her head and reached up to touch her swollen, red cheek: "I'm fine, it doesn't hurt!"
"Xiaoyu!" Qi Siyuan snapped out of her shock and burst into tears, "Child, are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Cheng Yu had just spoken when her vision blurred, and she felt dizzy and fainted.
"Xiaoyu! Xiaoyu!" Qi Siyuan shouted her name, tears streaming down uncontrollably as she saw no response, "Cheng Nanfang, don't you know about Xiaoyu's condition? How could you bring yourself to hit her?"