chapter 117 Shen family riot

The door of the rental house was old and dilapidated. When it was kicked open, the door splintered and shattered!
"Ah!"
A four or five-year-old girl on the bed was jolted awake from her deep sleep.
Almost instinctively, she curled up in a corner of the room, on the bed.
Her eyes were filled with confusion and fear.
It was as if the dim illusion and the violent door-kicking scene had dragged her back into the dark moments she had experienced when awake.
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