"Don't!"
Chen Guihua hastily rose to her feet, grabbing her husband's arm, "Luo Yuantu! You bastard, do you really have the heart to watch Xuan Ran get hurt!"
"He's your son! Your only son!"
Then, she turned towards Luo Zitong, spitting out furiously, "Zi Tong, kneel down for me, apologize to your second uncle and Cousin Ning'er right now, do it!"
Luo Zitong perhaps could ignore anyone else, but she couldn't defy her mother's word.
With a pout, Luo Zitong unwillingly plopped down on her knees before Luo Shanchuan, "Second Uncle, I'm sorry, I was wrong."
Mo Han hummed in satisfaction, "Kowtow!"
"You bastard! Don't you dare go too far!" Luo Zitong burst out angrily, lifting her head to retaliate.
But just then, the dagger in Mo Han's hand pressed closer to her brother's neck, ready to slit his throat at any moment.
Chen Guihua was on the verge of tears, "Zi Tong! For your brother!"
