Some mothers pointed at the figures on the stage and demanded answers, while some children burst into tears, frightened. The scene instantly descended into chaos.
Cao Daqiang saw them in an instant. His face went ghostly pale, and his heart hammered against his ribs.
'What's going on?'
'How did these people find me here?'
Yuan Zhihe froze, her hand pressed tightly against her stomach as a cold sweat beaded on her face.
"Cao Daqiang, who... who are they? You explain yourself right now!"
"I..."
He opened his mouth, but his throat was too dry to utter a single word.
His gaze darted between the crowd and his wife, more and more cold sweat trickling down his forehead.
Before the chaos could subside, another group of people surged through the entrance.
Ling Anxun strode forward and stood before Cao Daqiang. He coldly drew out a document and brandished it in his face.
