Fu Ziyuan walked up to Wen Yuci, whose cheeks were flushed and breathing was ragged.
He crouched down, pinched Wen Yuci's chin with his fingers, and lifted her small face.
From her hazy eyes and heavy breathing, it was clear her reasoning was slowly spiraling out of control.
Wen Yuci wanted to swing away Fu Ziyuan's hand, but she couldn't muster any strength.
Her heart was filled with pain and hatred.
She had not expected her own mother to do such a thing to her!
"Fu Ziyuan, don't touch me..." her voice was hoarse to the extreme, clearly fierce, yet it had no deterrent power.
Fu Ziyuan let out a low laugh, suddenly extended his long arm, and lifted Wen Yuci into a horizontal carry.
Wen Yuci had absolutely no strength to struggle free.
Fu Ziyuan tossed Wen Yuci into the back of the car.
He took the driver's seat, started the engine, and was about to drive the car back to the Wen Residence, when suddenly a black Bentley crashed harshly into the rear of his car.
