"If it weren't for Shasha staying with me, taking me to the hospital, perhaps …"
Xu Zhiye didn't say the word 'death,' and Xu Mao fell completely silent.
Xu Zhiye's expression grew darker and more terrifying.
"Since he didn't manage to kill me, I'm going to strip him of everything. He loves Xia Weiyi, doesn't he? Loves her so much he could kill a person in public with, a, gun. Then I'll let him taste the pain of losing the woman he loves most!"
"I will use Xia Weiyi to return all the suffering he inflicted on me, a thousandfold. I want to wipe out the entire Ye Family!"
......
Xu Zhiye meticulously recounted everything that had happened to Xu Mao, omitting only the part about eloping privately with Xia Weiyi.
Seeing the hatred in his son's eyes, as if he wanted to turn everything in front of him to dust, and thinking about how his son had endured unbearable pain abroad, Xu Mao felt as if he was experiencing it himself.
