"If he dies, I'll take responsibility."
The man's tone was deep and cold, like the cold wind in early winter, piercing to the bone.
Qian Jiang's attacks were fierce and ruthless. Every strike was aimed at the most fatal spot.
"Stop it!" Jiang Fengya hurriedly ran over to protect Song Jingren.
Qian Jiang didn't hit women, so he stopped.
"Dad, are you okay…" Jiang Fengya was so anxious that tears kept falling. His face and head were covered in blood, his eyes were bruised, and the corners of his mouth were cracked. He was no longer as energetic as before.
Song Jingren had lived for so long. Usually, he was at home and had someone to serve him. He had never suffered like this before. He looked at the people not far away.
Yan Wangchuan was lowering his head to check the cuts on Song Fengwan's palm. It was obvious that they were old acquaintances.
"Qiao Aiyun, you actually brought helpers. Just you wait. I won't let you off!"
