With a loud smack, she was almost thrown to the ground. Tong Ran staggered, feeling dizzy, and Luo Xiao reached out to support her, "Xiao Ran!"
"You bitch!" Song Fang rushed forward a few steps, raising her hand to hit again, "I never thought you could stoop so low!"
"Stop!"
Luo Xiao grabbed Song Fang's hand. Song Fang looked up at him, her face already tear-stained beyond recognition, "Xiaoxiao, you're still defending her? She's already killed your father, and you still won't let me hit her? A bitch like her deserves to die!"
Tong Ran broke free from Luo Xiao's hand, stepped back a few steps, and was about to kneel down.
A sharp pain shot through Luo Xiao's eyes. Tong Ran kneeling before him time and time again due to Luo Tingsong's death felt like the biggest irony of the world. Every time she knelt, he felt a stab of pain.
The pain was a piercing hole in his heart.
"Don't kneel," Luo Xiao desperately pulled on her arm, "Xiao Ran, you're not wrong."
