A twelve years old Wei stood in front of Song Wuyin and Song Lan. His gaze shone with bloodthirst, but his expression rang calmness and tranquility. He knew what he had to do, and he wasn't even a bit hesitant to put this matter to an end.
Song Wuyin and Song naturally recognized him as Jiang Weizhe's son and questioned in disbelief about his presence here. They swallowed hard at once, and their expression faltered.
"Jiang Wei…what are you doing here?"
Wei's gaze flickered, seeing Lihua in Song Wuyin's arms all unconscious.
He quickly said, "O-oh, Lihua is sleeping. She is our daughter. I think you haven't met her before. We were just about to head home after our walk."
Song Lan hastily agreed. Wei's presence meant extreme trouble. Not only were they afraid if he heard their plan of killing Lihua but also how they betrayed the Jiang family and were ready to take bribes from Jiang Shan to live an easy life.
