Although the man held the advantage at that moment, he couldn't help but instinctively take a step back after seeing Xiao Moli's eyes.
The sharp dagger instantly traced a slender line of blood across Xiao Yining's neck.
Xiao Yining stood his ground, his face showing no sign of fear.
Nor did he display any reaction to the wound on his neck.
Xiao Moli took a slight breath, ignoring the person holding Xiao Yining hostage, and instead spoke toward one of the directions upstairs, "Come out."
A moment later, the leisurely sound of footsteps echoed.
From a dark corner at the southern end of the second floor, a person emerged.
Looking at Xiao Moli below the stairs, he clapped his hands and raised his eyebrows with a smirk.
"Such deep father-son affection."
As he walked past Tang Shiyi, who lay unconscious on the ground nearby, he snorted, "Useless."
Hai Tang, standing beside him, pursed her lips and glanced at him, calling, "Second Brother."
