His expression froze for a few seconds, "What did you say?"
Shen Yanhe sneered, slightly lifting her chin: "Go ahead and kill him."
She said coldly, "Don't forget that you took him away when I was a child. I haven't been in contact with him for many years. The father-daughter bond between us has long since waned to almost nothing."
Shen Yanhe paused, then added indifferently, "Whether he is in this world or not, it's all the same to me."
"Maybe he would prefer to go and meet my mother and my brother sooner? Killing him would be doing him a favor."
She tilted her chin up. "So what are you waiting for? Get on with it."
Fu Weizhi had never expected Shen Yanhe to react this way when her own father was threatened.
But he did not readily believe her, squinting deeply at Shen Yanhe, his finger tightening slowly on the trigger: "You said it yourself, so I—"
He hadn't finished speaking when the sound of something cutting through the air reached them.
