"Hmph!"
At his parents' desperate pleas, Qin Fan grunted in assent. Then, just as Qin Moran was about to take her last breath, he tossed her aside with a flick of his hand.
COUGH! COUGH! COUGH!
Gasping for air and coughing nonstop, Qin Moran felt as if she had just escaped death's door. Supporting herself with trembling hands, she looked up with difficulty at Qin Chu and Wei Shuying, calling out weakly, "Fourth Uncle, Fourth Aunt!"
Before his parents could respond, Qin Fan shot her a cold glance and barked, "Still here? Are you waiting for someone to collect your corpse?"
"Xiao Fan, Chu, Shuying, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
