Liu Xin also said soothingly, "Your hand is okay, don't cry so much for a grown man."
The old master had always been a resolute, brave, and steadfast man, who most despised the sight of men acting womanly and whining; he also admitted he was a womanizer who doted on his youngest son. No matter how much trouble this son caused, he always felt like he owed his brothers and was constantly cleaning up after them.
Among all his sons, apart from Liu Zheng, he always felt he owed them.
Wang Youting touched Liu Yitian's hand with a heart full of pain, "Tell mom, was it Mu Liang? Was it that beast Mu Liang who did this?"
"Mom, please don't ask," Liu Yitian said, his eyes wide with fear. The scene where Mu Liang, without uttering a single word, decisively nailed him, had left him so shaken that he didn't dare provoke Mu Liang again.
He always felt that the next time, Mu Liang would just thrust a knife through his throat.
