Lu Sirong bit her lip hard, her eyes flashing with fear, yet she was also unwilling to hand over the item so easily.
"Brother, please..."
Lu Xingye said impatiently, "I'm going to count to three. Are you giving it or not?"
"I'm not giving it, not giving it!! You try laying a hand on me and Grandpa will never let you off lightly! My baby is so important, it's the Yu Family's grandchild. You wouldn't dare lay a hand on me, you're just trying to scare me!" Lu Sirong shouted loudly.
As she said this, it was unclear whether she was reminding Lu Xingye or comforting herself not to be afraid.
He wouldn't dare.
Lu Xingye was just bluffing on the surface; he would never dare—
Before the thought was finished, Lu Xingye snorted with a cold laugh that was indescribably ruthless.
In the next second, he clenched his fist and swung it expressionlessly towards Lu Sirong's abdomen.
