"Are you threatening me?" Huang wendin's eyes shrank and a trace of coldness swirled in his eyes.
His voice was sharp.
Huang conglong's expression also changed, as if he was weighing something.
Looking at the father and son's posture, they were probably considering whether to kill him to silence him.
Xia qingchen sipped his tea calmly, not worried at all that they would have evil thoughts. No, to be more precise, he was secretly anticipating them to have such thoughts.
Because if that was the case, he would have a valid reason to keep the father and son forever.
Xia qingchen had always only recognized Xia Yuan. The other members of the Xia clan or their relatives were no different from strangers in his eyes.
Even his second uncle, cousin, and grandfather had been killed by him, so what more his uncle and cousin?
