Tian Ya glared at Feng Lianqing. "Are you blaming me? My precious granddaughter would not be in danger if you didn't help Feng Lianyi. Do you think I'll let you go just because she's safe and sound now? I'm telling you, my granddaughter must have suffered because of that soul, and you're all the culprits!"
The old man was on the verge of tears as he thought about the suffering his granddaughter had endured.
He then picked up a teacup and smashed it at Feng Lianqing.
Feng Lianqing was bold enough to block it with his hand, but the teacup smashed his hand's bone, and his hand slowly turned red.
He did not dare to utter a word, afraid that this old man would be even more furious.
"Look at you. You're not as smart as Yue'er. She knows who to help!"
