Guo Jingling glared, spewing black air at her, "The priority now is to find the thief."

Rather than dwelling on old scores.

Yuan Chun looked around and pretended to ask, "Jingling, where is Jing Hong? Jing Hong has been at home taking care of Xiaotao all day. Where are they?"

Guo Jingling seemed to suddenly remember the existence of Guo Jinghong and Guo Xiaotao.

He looked at Father Guo, "Dad, where are Jing Hong and Xiaotao?"

Father Guo was taken aback for a moment before he reacted, "I didn’t see them since I got off work. Did they go out to play?"

Father Guo was the first to arrive home and saw that his room’s door lock had been pried open, with many items and money missing. His first thought was a burglary had happened, so he hurriedly went out to report it to the police.

Guo Jingling returned home just as the police officers arrived.

He heard from colleagues that the supply and marketing cooperative received a batch of broken rice cakes today. It didn’t require ticket coupons and was half the price, so thinking that his son likes rice cakes, he took a detour to buy two packs of half-broken rice cakes.

Guo Jingling arrived home just two or three minutes before Yuan Chun.

Guo Jingling felt a chill in his heart, sensing something bad.

He hurriedly put down the rice cakes and opened Guo Xiaotao’s door, finding the handle wrapped with a thin wire. It took him some effort to remove the wire.

Opening the door, he saw the room in complete disarray.

Anything breakable was broken.

Anything tearable was torn.

Even the cotton inside the comforter was pulled out, flying everywhere chaotically.

And the culprit was lying amidst the white cotton, sleeping with limbs sprawled and snoring softly.

Guo Jingling’s muscles twitched with anger, feeling like pulling his son up and giving him a good beating. However, thinking of the crowd of onlookers outside and the two policemen still investigating in the east room, Guo Jingling forcefully suppressed his temper.

Yuan Chun couldn’t care less and started shouting loudly, "Oh dear, what’s happened here? Did Xiaotao do this?"

"Tut-tut-tut, what on earth to do? Just sent his grandma to the hospital yesterday, and today he’s wrecked the house. Is this kid mentally ill? Otherwise, what normal child would do such a thing?"

With just a few words, she made Guo Xiaotao sound like a mental patient.

Guo Jingling, in his rage, didn’t bother to defend his son. With a dark face, he went inside to wake Guo Xiaotao.

Guo Xiaotao woke up and punched Guo Jingling in the face, "I’ll kill you! You all go die! Go die for not feeding me! You all go die! Ahh... I want to kill you all!"

He went berserk, hitting, scratching, and biting wildly.

Guo Jingling, caught off guard, got bitten on the nose, making him sweat coldly, "Xiaotao, let go! I’m your dad, look carefully, I’m your dad."

Guo Xiaotao bit down stubbornly, immersed in his violent world, ignoring everything external, refusing to listen, refusing to listen.

Yuan Chun hurriedly went to the next room to call over the police officers, "Quickly, help save my husband, he’s almost being bitten to death by his son."

By the time the two officers arrived, Guo Xiaotao’s mouth was bleeding.

It was Guo Jingling’s blood.

Yuan Chun used spiritual power to probe, feeling gleeful enough to whistle, hahaha... It was so satisfying, seeing Guo Jingling’s nose bitten with small holes by his son.

Hahaha...

His son left several deep love marks on his nose.