He didn't even look at Ding Fan and his son.

Mao Xiaolu put her hand on it and said, "Okay, let's go to your room and talk."

As the two women talked, they walked towards the dining room. The dining room was on the south side of the living room, and next to the dining room was Lu Jing and their room.

Turn left from the corridor, pass the horizontal line in the middle of the field-shaped corridor, and you will see Zhou Xiang’s large suite.

Ding Yu looked at the two men's backs as they walked into the aisle, and suddenly rushed towards them.

"careful."

"careful."

Ling Ran and Ding Fan tried to chase after him, but how could they be as quick as Ding Yu who suddenly attacked them?

Hearing the sound, Zhou Xiang immediately stopped and quickly stretched out his arms to block Mao Xiaolu behind him.

"Bang", the impact from the lower back made Zhou Xiang take two steps forward. He placed his right palm on the wall and pressed the wall tightly. However, he still couldn't control his body and slid in front of Mao Xiaolu, facing the turning Mao Xiaolu nose to nose.

"Wife."

"Little Heron."

Ling Ran called his wife "wife" because he saw Ding Yu's whole body hit his wife's lower back. He felt sorry for the heavy blow and the friction of his palm.

Ding Fan called Xiaolu, because Mao Xiaolu's face was pale and he slowly squatted down.

Ling Ran pushed Ding Fan back, "Get out! Get out of here! We didn't ask you to come here! Take your son and get out!"

Zhou Xiang didn't care how much her waist hurt, how much her palm hurt, or who was behind her. A medicine bottle immediately appeared in her hand.

"Mao Xiaolu, quick, open your mouth."

Mao Xiaolu's stomach hurt so much that she couldn't stand up, so she squatted down with her mouth open. Zhou Xiang had a backache, so he could only grit his teeth, bend over, and force the medicine down Mao Xiaolu's throat.