"Just because he's your son," the man's eyes narrowed sharply, malice magnified infinitely, "that's why he deserves to die even more."
"You..." Song Fang was so frightened by the malice in the man's eyes that her mouth fell open, her voice trembling, "If you dare to touch my son, I, I'll take you to court!"
Mo Nanjue raised an eyebrow, as if he heard a joke, "You're welcome to Empire Jue to hire a lawyer, I can give you a discount."
Song Fang: "..."
Luo Tingsong broke out in a cold sweat; when Song Fang said this, he almost ran over to crash and die directly. He opened his mouth and shouted, "Shut up! Haven't you caused enough trouble for yourself?"
Song Fang was so shaken by his shout that she pursed her lips and didn't dare to speak anymore.
Luo Tingsong rubbed his hands and looked toward Mo Nanjue, "Young Master Jue, look at the mess this has caused, we're all family, there's no need to be so angry..."
Family?
