"Su Qian, get back inside!"
Seeing Su Qian suddenly walk out of the villa, Lin Qingyue grew frantic. "This has nothing to do with you! Don't get involved!"
"President, Mr. Qin, Family Head."
Instead of returning to the villa, Su Qian gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She then walked forward and resolutely placed her frail body in front of Qin Lin.
"You silly girl, did a door hit your head, or were you kicked by a donkey?"
Ma Tengyun was almost amused by Su Qian's actions. "Are you looking for death?"
"Is your reputation really so great that I should spare them out of respect for you?"
"It's not about respecting me, it's about respecting your grandson!"
With just one sentence, Su Qian shocked everyone present. "If you kill them, the direct bloodline of the Ma Family will be severed, and your grandson will die along with them!"
"Go ahead, kill them. But before that, you'll have to kill me—and your grandson—with your own hands!"
"This—"
