"Old thing, I think you're asking for death!" The man with glasses went straight up to her and kicked her, once again toppling the old lady to the ground.
"Die!" Vivian shouted, ready to pounce, but was held back by Hao Jian.
"Let me go!" Vivian's eyes were split with rage, blood-red with fury. She had gone mad—this was her grandmother, the only family she had. Yet, she had to watch her being humiliated like this. How could Vivian not be filled with resentment?
"You want to kill them, don't you?" Hao Jian asked coldly.
"So what if I do? Don't they deserve to die?" Vivian's brows furrowed, her face etched with killing intent. Then, as if she had thought of something, she sneered, "Of course, it's not your grandmother, so you don't care."
