"If he dies, I'll take responsibility." The man's tone was solemn and cold, just like the cold wind of the early winter, piercing through people's bones.
Qian Jiang's attacks were swift and fierce, and every strike aimed at the most lethal spots.
"Stop immediately!" Jiang Fengya hurriedly ran over to protect Song Jingren.
Qian Jiang didn't hit women, so he stopped.
"Dad, how are you…" Jiang Fengya was so anxious that her tears kept falling. Song Jingren's face and head were covered in blood, his eyes were black, and the corners of his mouth were cracked. He didn't have any of his usual vigor at all.
Song Jingren had lived for a long time. Usually at home, he had people serving him. When had he ever suffered like this before? He looked at the few people not far away.
Yan Wangchuan had his head lowered to check the cuts on Song Fengwan's palms. They obviously knew each other before this.
