Zhao Ergou was wrapped in a mud ball, his breathing somewhat uneven, but he felt incredibly smug inside.
When all is said and done, aren't they all still bleeding the Zhao family's blood?
Chen Changfu slowly raised his head, his eyes filled with hatred and anger.
"How dare you talk about my father! If it weren't for your Zhao family, my mother wouldn't be plagued with illness. If it wasn't for taking her to the county for treatment, how would they have died?!"
Chen Changfu spoke, wishing he could tear Zhao Ergou apart right then: "Don't think just because I'm young, I can't remember things! Your entire family bullied my honest father, exploited my parents, all to feed your shameless insatiable greed!"
"I now bear the surname Chen, and will always be Chen, I'm a child of the Qian Ding Sect now, and have nothing to do with your Zhao family anymore!"
"Ah—"
As the mud ball shrank, sounds of crisp bone fractures rang out.
Chen Muxue, however, stopped Chen Changfu at this moment.
