A split second later, the man's blood spurted out from the open wound of his neck while he looked at his oldest son who was glaring at him with expressionless eyes. Little Han Xuan's face and shirt were covered with his father's blood.
"Y-you..." the man covered his wound with a hand as he tried to lunge toward Little Han Xuan and make a grab for the boy with his other hand.
Little Han Xuan slowly took a step backward in order to lure his father out of the bathroom. His hands were trembling, so he clasped it behind his back in order not to back down.
He did not want his younger brother to see this.
"Not that big now, are you?" Little Han Xuan said with a cold voice as he took another step backward.
