The man's fist pressed against the glass cover, as if he could directly touch the fetus inside through it.
Yet, his fist suddenly lost its strength. He stared at the fetus inside the glass cover, the child, with a sleeping appearance, peaceful and tranquil.
Long Xiliang spoke to Long Xingkui with his back turned:
"Why do you want me to kill this child at this moment?"
The man's voice was devoid of warmth.
Long Xingkui was startled, her heart uncontrollably pounding heavily.
At the same time, Long Xiliang also heard the sound of her heart beating violently.
In his eyes, darkness and violence spread.
He withdrew his hand from the glass cover, chuckling coldly, and asked Long Xingkui:
"If this child were really Long Yuan and Lu Xiaoyou's, how could you possibly give me the chance to harm it?
You'd be too busy torturing me with it, right?
