C883 Nightmare

There was a row going on in his house, and it did not surprise Ding. He only clenched his fists, but they were no bigger than an apple.

Ding Yi clenched his teeth, pushed open the door and entered. As expected, Ding Yi's father was drunk again, even though it was still broad daylight. His father was punching and kicking his mother, and his six-year-old sister was sitting on the floor crying