The scene seemed to freeze in time, showing nothing but a series of bloodstains gushing out with a squelching sound. In an instant, his white shirt was dyed into a vivid crimson red.
No one had expected Xu Lijing to do something like this—so extreme, so deranged.
That included Xu Zijin.
The sharp knife had stabbed straight into his abdomen, and the searing pain spread endlessly.
Xu Lijing wasn't done yet. She gripped the knife handle, intending to twist the blade inside his stomach.
Madam Xu had never lost control like this before. Not until now.
"Lijing, what are you doing? Zijin, get out of the way!" The old lady shouted with all her strength, but her voice was weak, trembling, filled with disbelief.
Xu Zijin's mind was alert; the excruciating pain didn't numb his nerves.
When Xu Lijing attempted to stab further with the knife, he clamped down hard on her hand.
