Chapitre 115: The Night After The Shots (1)

The hand reaching out to touch Yang Zheyan was a deadly weapon. Something that can claim his life if it wanted. Quickly, he dodged Song Liqin's hand. But, unfortunately, it still grazed the side of his right cheek. He immediately slapped away her hand and pressed his right cheek. 

Song Liqin gasped, backing away from him. She fell and sat down on the couch, "S-son, I..." 

Yang Zheyan began panting and resisted the urge to scratch. His cheeks and the hand that touched his mom were flaring up like someone had lit it up in flame. Next comes in the burning itch as if there were millions of bugs digging their way out of his skin. 

"What did you do!" Yang Chen yelled at his wife. He pulled his son's hand away that was blocking his cheek. He sharply inhaled, it was beginning to spread already. 

"Go get the doctor. Now!" Yang Jinhai's thunderous order immediately put each of the servants on their feet.