"After so many years, you're still resorting to such lowly tricks!"
Lin Zhenxin laughed coolly, and Tu Wanzi was too terrified to move, fearing her throat might get slit.
"Where is Grandma?"
Lin Shenxin's voice was mechanical, the rational string in her mind had long snapped, she was just waiting for an answer.
"Come with me to the hosp—ah..." Tu Wanzi hadn't finished speaking when a red line appeared on her neck, blood oozing out.
"I'm sorry, my hand slipped!"
Although she was apologizing, Lin Zhenxin's expression showed no trace of remorse.
"Lin Zhenxin!" Tu Shaohong had been through many storms in his life, but none as tricky as the one before him!
"Your surname is Tu, mine is Lin! Even if Tu Haohao dies, what does it have to do with me?"
The knife glinted silver, reflecting Lin Zhenxin's cold eyes, making them appear even chillier.
"Zhenxin, I beg you, after all, you and Haohao are..."
Tu Wanzi was both frightened and panicked, terrified she'd have another 'slip'!
