If a slip of the hand were to occur, Lian Ze's face would be ruined. If the surgical knife were to fall onto his eye, the aftermath...was unthinkable.
"You...let go of my son!" Lian Qing shouted with shaky confidence, her face pale.
Luo Zi looked at her nonchalantly, "Miss Lian Qing, the ball is in your court now. If you release my son, naturally, I won't harm your son."
"Zheng Haoyu, are you really going to stand by while Lian Ze suffers?" Lian Qing, who was used to handling affairs of the Lian Family, wasn't stupid. She quickly thought about the child's father.
Haoyu's eyes flickered. He was in a state of chaos. He had just learned that Yiqiao wasn't his child, and now Luo Zi had brought Lian Ze here to save Yiqiao. If asked who he wanted to save, he himself couldn't make it clear.
He stared at Su Nian agonizingly, "Is that really not my child?"
