"Bro!" Lu Jingli was shocked, "Are you okay?!"
Lu Chongshan looked at his son, unable to react immediately. Since they were young, Lu Jingli had been hit countless times, but this was the first time he had laid a hand on his older son who never needed any worrying about.
Lu Tingxiao wiped the blood off on the corner of his mouth with his hand and said with the coldest expression, "I'd rather let Little Treasure die in that accident than let him live the way he does right now."
"You...you..." Father Lu grasped at his chest and walked back several steps, feeling faint from the provocation.
Mother Lu quickly went forward to hold him, "Tingxiao, your words have crossed the line! Even if your father and I have been wrong with the way we do this, you should not say such rubbish! What is more important than being alive?"
