" Father and son killing each other. " Gong Chenye said disdainfully. " It's a family tradition. "
His expression was abnormally cold, as if ... To him, the child that Lan Dongzhi gave birth to was nothing but grass. He did not care at all that he would not take another look at it.
Gong Monan felt a little scared when he saw his coldness.
However, Gong Monan knew very well that this was indeed a tradition of the Gong Family.
Father, son, and son were not bound to them.
Gong Monan had killed his own father, and his father had killed his grandfather…It was the same even further forward.
The Gong family, an ancient family that had existed in Xia City for more than a hundred years, was a path paved with blood and bones.
Many of the people who died on this road were their relatives…
