Mo Nanjue was tripped up, and he lowered his head. Luo Tingsong knelt on the ground, causing the tiles under his feet to vibrate. Song Fang was so shocked that she let go of Luo Xiao to grab him. Her face was already full of tears, "I don't care who you are, if you kill my son, I'll fight you to the death!"
"Dad! Mom!" Fu Qingshuang hurried to pull them, and the three of them huddled together, "Don't be like this..."
Mo Nanjue coldly sneered at the sight, then sidestepped to avoid them, suddenly charging forward. He quickly bent down, the chair leg in his hand stabbing straight toward Luo Xiao's shoulder!
"No!"
Fu Qingshuang's scream rang in his ears. Luo Xiao grunted, his whole body arching in pain, "Ugh—"
Blood splattered everywhere.
