"Whimper..." Zhao Ziqing covered her mouth and cried loudly.
"Mother, let go of my sister!" Zhao Zijun walked over to pull Zhao Ziqing away.
"Brother!"
"Get out of my way!" Shangguan Furong swung her hand, sending Zhao Zijun flying into the corner of a table. His forehead was instantly covered in blood.
"Shangguan Furong, what are you doing!" An old voice suddenly emerged in the air.
"Brother!" Zhao Ziqing pulled herself free from Shangguan Furong's grasp and ran to Zhao Zijun's side.
Old Lady Zhao pounded her walking stick on the ground, "Even a tiger doesn't eat its own cubs! Look at what you've done!"
Only then did Shangguan Furong notice the injured Zhao Zijun.
"Ah!" She cried out in agony and collapsed onto the ground.
How had her life come to this?
"Grandma, it doesn't hurt. Please don't blame my mother." Zhao Zijun walked up to Old Lady Zhao and glanced back at Shangguan Furong.
Old Lady Zhao closed her eyes.
