And only because of this one promise, he has willingly endured Xia Ming again and again. "Go to your room, Xia Ming," he ordered.
"Otherwise, what? You will kill me? You know what, dear Uncle Su, I am not afraid of death." she laughed.
"Don't make me say it for the second time." He glared at her. Looking at his son, he said, "Send her to her room,"
Su Xian nodded. He knew his father was barely controlling his anger. Grabbing Xia Ming's arm, he pleaded earnestly through his eager eyes. "Xia Ming please, go to your room…"
"Brother Xian, why…" Xia Ming was about to adamantly disagree but perceiving his pleading look, she agreed relentlessly. "Fine.".
Stamping her dainty foot, she glared fiercely at Su Junhan. "I wish you rot in hell," she said, before running upstairs towards Su Yanruo's room.
