Although it was midday, the small restaurant was completely deserted without a single customer. The only sounds inside were little Tingting's sobs.
Carrying the doe, rice, and noodles, Ye Fan walked into the restaurant.
Little Tingting's eyes were completely red. She was currently using a warm towel to wipe the cuts of the old man. Her heart was filled with pain, but all she could do was clean the wounds while incessantly weeping.
There were many bruises upon the old man's wrinkled face, and the blood was mostly flowing from his nose and mouth. Even his grizzled white hair had been stained with blood.
