He was gauging Xu Shu's strength, considering how to make his move.
The atmosphere repeatedly plummeted to icy depths and surged with searing heat.
Suddenly, Song Nanshou's eyes gleamed as he flashed a smile and clasped his hands across his chest, "Kid, I have to say you've got a point. This is my family matter. You can go; I won't kill you guys."
The corner of Xu Shu's mouth twitched upward, as he didn't bother to continue engaging with him but turned to Song Yuchun, "Everyone's abandoning you, yet you don't cry? The Third Elder of your family is about to kill you, why don't you ask him to stop? Cry out. Weren't you good at crying? Why not cry now?"
Ah?
Song Yuchun was stumped by the question, utterly unsure how to respond.
But then she saw Tang Ying blinking at her and noticed Xu Shu used the hand that was holding Tang Ying to deliberately cover a triangular spike.
The next moment, she suddenly had an epiphany and burst into tears, wailing:
