Fu Jun felt like his breathing was about to stall!
He was afraid that if Xiao Jin exerted force, Fu Xun's screams would practically break through the roof.
Fu Jun roared angrily, "Xiao Jin, if you dare to touch my son, you'll never know where your daughter is!"
Xiao Jin's dark eyes darted and in the next moment, he had grabbed hold of Fu Jun's neck.
Fu Jun felt that the air in his chest was about to be squeezed out. He struggled until his eyes were as wide as saucers as he glared at Xiao Jin in horror and anger.
"Where did you hide Ling? Speak!"
Fu Jun's face gradually turned red, and the veins on his forehead bulged out. "Ugh… I… Ugh…"
The force in Xiao Jin's hand became increasingly stronger. The sense of approaching death made Fu Jun's body tremble, and a foul, yellow liquid seeped out of his pants.
"She's… she's…"
Xiao Jin loosened his grip slightly.
