Jiang Xingyu's back went cold. It took him about two minutes to believe that his father had just uttered the words he had heard. Did he just call Luna a murderer? His chest heaved up and down as he swallowed hard. He clenched his fists as he spat each syllable through gritted teeth, "Take that back!"
Jiang Xingren stood up, his eyes bulged in anger. "How dare you speak to your father like that, punk!"
"Hey hey! What's going on here?" Madam Jiang, who had just arrived, rushed over to stop them before it could escalate into an actual fight. She looked at her husband then at her fuming son. "What happened?"
"He actually called Luna a murderer." Jiang Xingyu fumed. "Which eye of yours saw Luna kill anyone?"
"I said what came out of her mouth. And what she said with her own mouth is that she murdered the detective. What does that make her?"
"That's enough." Madam Jiang interrupted as she patted her son's back.
