Xiaocong looked into his eyes, bit his lip, and then shook his head firmly, "Not scared."
"Answer me loudly."
"Not scared!" When he shouted it out, he found he really wasn't scared anymore.
Rong Shaoze nodded with satisfaction, "Good, indeed worthy of being my son, you've got guts!"
"Du Ruoxin, my son is not afraid at all of you killing him. What else do you have to threaten me with?"
Du Ruoxin was stunned, a flash of madness and determination crossing her eyes.
"Think I don't dare to kill him? Right now, I'll kill him in front of you, and you'll regret it for the rest of your life!"
She raised the knife, about to stab Xiaocong.
Rong Shaoze's expression turned grim, a murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
"Stop!" Suddenly a loud shout rang out, stopping Du Ruoxin's motion, as well as Rong Shaoze's.
Lin Xinlan stumbled in, her face pale as she looked at Xiaocong.
Such a small child, being threatened with a knife—he must be very scared, very frightened...
