Yan Sheng saw the person coming in and his legs felt weak, trembling as he said, "Sev... Seventh Uncle...."
Yan Nangui was holding the little girl in his arms, his face pale, yet he didn't utter a word. Yan Nangui's cold eyes swept over Yan Sheng, and he took big strides forward, kicking him in the stomach, even harder than the last kick, but he held back a bit, knocking Yan Sheng against the wall behind him, before he slid down to the ground.
Yan Sheng clutched his stomach and rolled around on the ground, in sight of the man's icy gaze.
"She's just a nine-year-old child, what grudge do you have against her that makes you so cruel?"
Yan Sheng said in a trembling voice, "Seventh Uncle... I know I was wrong...."
Yan Nangui stepped on the back of Yan Sheng's hand, grinding down hard, making Yan Sheng scream in pain.
"Remember this pain, if you bully a child again, I'll cut off both your hands." Yan Nangui's cold voice was like that of a demon from hell.
