High above all, he didn't even regard Qin Heng as a human being. The middle-aged man's gaze was full of extreme contempt, not taking Qin Heng seriously at all. In his view, Qin Heng was just an insignificant little ant, one he could crush effortlessly.
"No!" Jiang Luwei stood in front of Qin Heng and pleaded with the middle-aged man, "Second Uncle, I beg you, please don't kill him. He really hasn't done anything!"
"What he has done is not important," the middle-aged man shook his head. He glanced at Qin Heng with extreme disdain, as if looking at an ant, and said indifferently, "As long as he stayed in a room with you, that is a capital offense. Besides, I won't kill him. What qualification does such trash have for me to act? I'm telling him to take his own life."
"Commit suicide! Trash! You piece of trash, daring to defile the Third Miss! It's a capital offense!"
