Feeling Xi Jiu's hand slowly tightening, Lu Yan's mind cleared of any wild thoughts, leaving only fear in its entirety.
Her legs, hanging in mid-air, flailed wildly, her eyes, red from suffocation, looked like those of a fish on the brink of death.
As Lu Yan's breathing grew weaker and weaker, Old Master Xi, who had been sitting on the sofa enjoying the spectacle, finally spoke up.
"That Lao Jiu," he said with a feigned cough, "we're all family here. Let's not take it too far, that's enough."
After speaking, he gave Ruan Qi a meaningful look.
The little girl, who had been cross-legged drinking yogurt, immediately trotted over to Xi Jiu's side.
She seemed completely indifferent to the man's violently enraged aura as she tugged at the hem of his clothes with her little paws.
"Jiujiu, I'm a bit hungry."
The little girl's soft, girlish voice was like a fresh spring, gradually extinguishing the rage in the man's heart.
