Wen Shaoyang nodded to Xiao Xiao, "Goodbye, Master Xiao."

After receiving Xiao Xiao's response, he directly carried Wen Shaoyuan and walked across the road.

...

Xiao Xiao closed the curtains.

The gorgeous sunshine outside the window only has some dapples left.

...

"Okay, now you can talk about the strange things your classmates encountered."

Xiao Xiao lowered his head and stirred the coffee.

The amber ripples spread in circles.

...

Hearing this, Gu Youxuan withdrew her gaze from watching the Wen brothers leave.

She looked at Xiao Xiao, "Master Xiao, do you still remember Shan Fangze?"

...

"He's one of the boys who climbed the Great Wall with us last time."

"The one who looks more arrogant."

Winnie briefly described the characteristics of the other party.

...

"I remember."

Xiao Xiao nodded.

For him now, as long as he thinks about it, there are very few people and things that he cannot remember.

...

"What's up with him?"

Xiao Xiao took advantage of the situation and asked.

...

"What's up with him?"

Gu Youxuan smiled bitterly, "We don't know what happened to him."

"At first we thought he was sick."

"He looks terrible."

...

Therefore, none of the classmates in the class felt surprised when they later saw Shan Fangze's seat empty in the classroom.

They knew that Shan Fangze had taken sick leave.

…

However, it had been a week since Shan Fangze had not come to class, and they began to feel that something was wrong.

Zhou Zhou, another boy who traveled with them before, called Shan Fangze.

However, no matter how many times I called, no one answered the phone.

…

Gu Youxuan became a little worried.

She, Winnie, Mu Yan, Miao Weiwei and Zhou Zhou decided to visit Shan Fangze's house together.

…

They asked the teacher for Shan Fangze's home address.

It is a high-end villa community.

…

When they arrived at their destination, they thought it would take some time to explain to the guard.

Unexpectedly, they happened to meet Shan Fangze's aunt who was returning home from grocery shopping.

With her help, they successfully entered the community.

…

"Auntie, why hasn't Shan Fangze gone to school?"

Miao Weiwei looked a little worried, "Is the illness not getting better?"

…

The aunt sighed, "You will know this when you go and see it."

"The situation of the young master..."

The aunt hesitated to speak, and then looked at the young man and woman in front of her with some relief, "Maybe the young master will be happy to see you."

"You guys talk to the young master more."

"Let him be more open-minded."

"If this continues, my body will not be able to bear it."

"Look how thin the young master has become now."

"Master and Madam are very worried."

…

Auntie kept thinking about it all the time.

Although the content was intermittent, they knew that Shan Fangze's situation was not good.

Maybe it will be worse than they imagined.

…

Although they were mentally prepared, they were still shocked when they saw Shan Fangze later.

…

After they followed their aunt into the house, they saw a middle-aged couple sitting on the sofa with a gloomy temperament.

He was well dressed but looked haggard.

…

"Master, madam, the young master's friends have come to see him."

The aunt explained the identities of these young people to the middle-aged couple, and then went to the kitchen with the dishes in her hands.

…

"Oh, he's Ozawa's classmate."

Shan's mother got up from the sofa, her voice a little hoarse, "Thank you for coming to see him."

…

"What catches your eyes?"

Shan's father had an angry look on his face and a cold voice, but anyone with a discerning eye could see the worry in his eyes, "This bastard, I think he is a demon."

"Just a good beating will be enough."

…

"Hit me, beat me!"

The single mother suddenly exploded, "Don't you look at what your son is like now?!"

"If this continues..."

The single mother's voice was a little choked, "You should think of a way."

...

"I have tried everything, but Ozawa is still the same."

"What if..." It never gets better? What should I do?

Shan’s mother couldn’t say the rest.

She was extremely frightened.

The two folded hands were so stiff that they were almost spasmodic.

…
To be continued...