Si Rong could feel the cold air pressing hard against him, and the pressure made it hard for him to talk. But he still tried his best to defend himself and explain to Feng Tianlan, because Feng Tianlan was of great use to him now.
Feng Xiuyu had managed to crawl to where Si Rong was and used her bloodied hands to tug at Si Rong's clothes. She looked up at him, her eyes bloodshot as she threatened, "Si Rong, that was our child. Even if he's dead, you have to admit it. Otherwise, I'm going to spill the beans about everything that's happened these last few years."
"Feng Xiuyu, pull yourself together. Stop splashing dirty water all over the place like a mad person," Si Rong kicked Feng Xiuyu aside and coldly threatened her. "If you don't say who the man is, the one who's going to die is you. Don't drag me into the grave with you."
