"Mom!" A voice shouted from the door.

Dong Yihang rushed in with a gloomy expression. An Wen had never seen Dong Yihang like this before.

His face was darker than the dark clouds in the sky, as if a storm was about to come, and his eyes were as cold as knives, striking Mrs. Yan's body fiercely.

He rushed in like the wind, came to her side, and protected her behind him, as if after carefully observing that she had nothing missing, he felt relieved, his face softened, ...