Wu Xia's body trembled.
He hadn't expected Li Mengyue to really dare go against Li Wanshan, regardless of Li Wanshan's life or death.
This was a matter of life and death; there was no time for delay.
He immediately ran towards Li Wanshan's house, and Lin Jiao, aware of the grave nature of the situation, quickly followed.
By this time, a crowd had gathered outside Li Wanshan's two-story western-style house, from inside which came Li Mengyue's crying and shouting.
"Dad, wake up, please. Dad, I was wrong, I shouldn't have angered you; please wake up!"
"Dad, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry... sob sob sob..."
Wu Xia pushed through the crowd and went inside.
There was blood all around Li Wanshan; his eyes were tightly closed, and his body had already stiffened.
"Wu Xia, please save my dad, I beg you to save him!"
Li Mengyue knelt before Wu Xia, panic-stricken.
Though willful, she still had a little conscience.
