Han Jintian and Han Jinlu quickly looked at each other. They realized that there was a problem, so Han Jintian was the first to speak up. "Xie Jiuhan, you beast. What did you mean by what you said just now? Could it be that you still want to force Qingqing to have an abortion when she's pregnant?"
Han Jinlu, who was in the wheelchair, echoed, "You're simply inhumane. How can you force your wife to have an abortion? Are you still human? You're not human at all."
Han Jintian rushed towards Xie Jiuhan. He kicked Xie Jiuhan's face with his size 42 leather shoes. Xie Jiuhan snorted coldly and casually threw the teacup on the ground, deflecting Han Jintian's kick. Seeing the two of them fighting, Han Jinlu's expression darkened. He stared coldly at Xie Jiuhan. If he could stand up, he would definitely beat Xie Jiuhan into a wheelchair.
Han Jinlu said coldly, "Ninth Master, what do you mean?"
Xie Jiuhan sneered. "What are you trying to say?"
