Sheng Qingyi had to fight to get his words out. "That's right. Y- you have to listen to Xiaxia…"
Sheng Yize cast him a stern look. "Shut up!"
Sheng Qingyi tried to pry his fingers open, but Sheng Yize's grip was frighteningly tight. He couldn't loosen them.
Hearing the noise on the other end, An Xiaxia almost burst into tears. "D- don't, don't do it! You'll become a criminal! Sheng Yize, don't…"
Was she going to tell their child that their father had killed someone?
And that the person he had killed was their grandfather?
There were ways to handle Sheng Qingyi other than killing him; it might be a great way to relieve anger, but it also came with very severe repercussions.
Sheng Yize breathed in, then breathed out. He repeated this several times, then tossed Sheng Qingyi away like a rag.
