Ignoring Han Lihu who stood frozen, Su Xiang's gaze continued to sweep between the remaining three hostages as he asked, "Parents have already been selected; let's be fair! Next, choose between the son and the daughter, which one?"
On the other side, Liang Guangsheng leaned back in his chair, propping his legs on the table and casually said, "The daughter, leave the son to carry on the family line!"
"Not necessarily, daughters are precious too these days; fathers are close to their daughters." Mr. Mu, who had stepped aside, looked on with interest and occasionally chimed in jokingly.
Wang Xishu, impatiently fiddling with two walnuts in his hand, said, "Why are you guys making it so complicated? Just pick one to kill, problem solved."
"Hey, people can't stand this when they get old." Du Guangyuan said, holding a thermos cup, but his gaze never wavered from the scene.
