Half an hour later, Chen Fan arrived in the suburbs and drove home.
He sped along the way.
Xia Bingqing hadn't called him, so he figured she was having a good time with Liu Wenwen.
He didn't pay it much mind.
When he reached his doorstep, he saw Wang Rongrong pacing back and forth…
Chen Fan parked and asked, "Rongrong, it's so late, why aren't you resting!"
Seeing Chen Fan, Wang Rongrong became agitated and said, "Little Fan, my mom told me she was going to find a job, but then suddenly there was no news!"
"Calling her didn't help!"
"I..."
Wang Rongrong was on the verge of tears.
Chen Fan said, "Don't worry, let's go find her!"
"Did your mom mention where she was going to look for a job?"
"She... she seemed to be going to a ceramic factory!" Wang Rongrong replied.
Chen Fan acknowledged this, pulled out his phone, and opened the navigation. The only ceramic factory in Lincheng appeared on his screen. He said, "Let's go check it out first!"
"Mhm..." Wang Rongrong nodded, clasping her hands tightly, praying.
Ten minutes later, they arrived at Sunshine Ceramic Factory.
The gate was open.
They walked straight in…
As soon as they arrived, a roar echoed, "Zhang Yang, get away from me!"
"Don't come any closer!"
"If you... if you come any closer, I'll call the police!"
Chen Fan and Wang Rongrong were both familiar with this voice.
They exchanged a look.
Wang Rongrong exclaimed in horror, "That's... that's my mom!"
"Little Fan!"
Chen Fan nodded, "Don't worry, let's go up and see!"
Upstairs, Zhang Yang looked at Wang Fang, who still possessed her charm, and spat, "Bitch, it's your good fortune from eight lifetimes that I fancy you. Don't be ungrateful? As long as you sleep with me today, I guarantee you'll have the best of everything. What do you say?"
Wang Fang roared, "Zhang Yang, you're dreaming!"
"I'm not that kind of person!"
"A rejected piece of trash, what are you pretending to be?" Zhang Yang tugged at his collar and lunged at Wang Fang.
Riiip…
The thin layer of clothing on Wang Fang's body was torn, revealing skin as white as snow.
Seeing this, the desire in Zhang Yang's eyes amplified, "Little bitch, you're so well-maintained. Who knows how many men you've been with!"
"And you're still putting on a show for me, what kind of act is this?"
"You... you don't come any closer, I'm not that kind of person..." Wang Fang's voice trembled as she pleaded, tears streaming down her face.
"If I say you are, then you are. Come on, bitch!" Zhang Yang charged forward and violently subdued Wang Fang. Just as he was about to act like a beast…
Bang…
The door was kicked open!
Chen Fan walked in…
Both Zhang Yang and Wang Fang were startled!
Zhang Yang, his good deed interrupted, roared, "Who the hell are you! Who let you in? Get the hell out!"
Chen Fan, his face dark, said, "Continue!"
"..."
In this situation, continue? Continue what?
Seeing Chen Fan, and then looking at her current state, Wang Fang lowered her head in shame.
Zhang Yang was furious. He grabbed an ashtray from the table and lunged at Chen Fan, "You son of a bitch, how dare you ruin your second uncle's good deed! See if I don't smash your head in today?"
Chen Fan let out a cold snort and met him. Just as the ashtray was about to land on his head, he raised his arm to block it. Then, he threw a punch straight into Zhang Yang's abdomen, causing him to fly back like a cooked shrimp, crashing into a cabinet…
"Holy crap!"
He was sent reeling, "You... you dare to hit me!"