"Grandpa, what is going on here?" he asked coldly.
Old Mr. Rong hollered angrily, "Rong Yan, if you still think of me as your Grandpa, move out of my way immediately!"
"With me around, no one can touch Luo Anning!" Rong Yan exclaimed with a sullen expression.
"You!" Old Mr. Rong staggered backwards while panting heavily.
Butler Zhang held him in fear and continuously patted his chest to soothe him.
Rong Yan frowned and pursed his coral red lips without giving in at all.
Luo Anning who was being protected by Rong Yan, glowered at Mo Xiyan who had turned pale from the pain and sneered.
"Mo Xiyan, do you feel pain? Do you know that Qiange was shot seven times in total? He almost died. How do you think I should get back at you?"
As soon as she finished speaking, the sharp tip of the knife pierced through the air and twisted left and right!
"No!" Mo Xiyan's eyes widened and she shrieked.
