Indeed, even Jiu Luo was unable to resist the attack from the huge pot, so what about him? Could he endure it?
The pot had some kind of sadistic pleasure from watching Jiu Yuan suffer. It did not smash Jiu Yuan to death all at once but left him covered in blood, lying inside the huge hole.
No one went to pull him up, and even his own son, Jiu Ming, only gave him a cold glance and made no move.
"Jiu Ming..."
Feng Ruqing looked at Jiu Ming's expression, her heart sinking slightly. "No matter what, you still have Paramount, and us."
"Well..." Jiu Ming's face expressionless, as if he was recounting something. "My mother's family background is not admirable, but Jiu Yuan liked her because she was beautiful. However, my mother has always been indifferent, and it took much time for Jiu Yuan to make her agree to marry him.
