Tu Minghua was on the ground, heavily injured. He had difficulty talking, but had a pitiful glow in his eyes.
"Sor…. Sorry….. Spare me." Following his instincts of survival, Tu Minghua muttered pleas for help.
Hua Zhilan helped Su Yu over, his expression filled with disgust, "You seem to have forgotten that you also had this pitiful expression back at the auction! You were also apologizing and asking me to spare your life."
"Back then, who knelt and pleaded for you? Who did not mind serving me for three years? It was Tu Long! He clearly knew that you harbored ill intentions towards him. He clearly knew that the Tu family would not accept him! But he took into consideration that you were from the same clan as him, and knelt for you, willingly becoming a slave, simply for the bond between clansmen!"
