Zhuo Junyue's brow furrowed even deeper, very worried, "An An, tell Daddy, are you hurt? Did those bastards mistreat you?"
An An shook her head, "Daddy, I'm not hurt, but Auntie got shot. It was she who helped us escape. Daddy, there are still many kids inside, they are so pitiful, please get them out quickly."
Hearing that his precious daughter wasn't hurt, Zhuo Junyue finally felt relieved.
He glanced at Lu Mingfei standing silently on the side, with the same stubborn little face.
Meanwhile, Su Jingyu was still trembling, she was very afraid when she saw Zhuo Junyue.
Back in the Zhuo Family's basement, this man had left a significant psychological shadow on her.
Zhuo Junyue swept a glance over her, and Su Jingyu immediately lowered her head.
This man's gaze felt like a knife that could cut flesh; she didn't dare to meet his eyes.
"What's going on? Su Jingyu, I advise you to tell me the truth."
