Jian Yufei gently brushed it off for him, her expression dim: "Dad, when will you be able to hear my voice?"
Nangong Yi looked at her calmly.
"Sooner or later, Mr. Xiao will definitely hear it."
Jian Yufei smiled at him: "Nangong Yi, thank you so much for this period."
"You’re welco." Nangong Yi smiled slightly, "I just hope that at that ti, you won’t kill my grandfather. I don’t know what he’s done, but I know with his current status, his hands must be stained with blood. Yet he is still my grandfather."
Jian Yufei fell silent, unsure how to respond.
They didn’t realize that Xiao Zexin’s gaze was slowly changing.
It was filled with a gloomy fierceness—
Jian Yufei said coldly, "He hurt my father so much, and now my mother is in trouble too. How do you expect us to forgive him?"
"But..."
"You don’t need to say anything. We distinguish between gratitude and grudges clearly. If Nangong Wenchang sincerely repents, we might give him a way out."
Jian Yufei didn’t speak too decisively, fearing Nangong Yi might recoil.
Nangong Yi sighed: "Alright, I understand."
Jian Yufei supported her father and continued to stroll.
After just two steps, Xiao Zexin suddenly turned on her—
"Kill, kill—" he stared at Jian Yufei, revealing a cruel intent to kill.
Jian Yufei was shocked: "Dad?!"
"Go to hell!" Xiao Zexin lunged, gripping her neck forcefully.
Jian Yufei was caught off guard, her fragile neck held tight by him.
Her eyes widened in disbelief, staring at her father.
"Kill you, kill you—" Xiao Zexin had completely lost his sanity.
"Dad..." Jian Yufei tried to pull his hands away but was pushed against the tree trunk by him.
Her neck hurt so much, she couldn’t breathe...
"Mr. Xiao, let go quickly!" Nangong Yi rushed over, using great strength to pry his hands apart.
Xiao Zexin shifted his target, intending to strangle Nangong Yi.
Nangong Yi tangled with him—
Xiao Zexin was already deranged, how could 20-year-old Nangong Yi be his match?
Moreover, Xiao Zexin was fairly skilled, while Nangong Yi knew nothing.
But after a few seconds of struggle, Nangong Yi was pinned to the ground by him.
Xiao Zexin clutched his neck, Nangong Yi gritting his teeth as he pried at his hand.
"Dad, stop it, let him go!"
Jian Yufei rushed up, pulling Xiao Zexin with force.
"Soone, co quickly—" she shouted, but her voice was hoarse and weak.
Xiao Zexin, impatient, forcefully pushed her away!
Jian Yufei fell to the ground.
Nangong Yi seized the mont of his distraction, kicked him away, and rolled aside.
Xiao Zexin fell to the ground, his hand suddenly touching a large cobblestone.
He grabbed the stone and lunged at the nearest Jian Yufei—
"Dad!" Jian Yufei scread.
Xiao Zexin pinned her down, with one hand strangling her neck, and the other raising the cobblestone high...
Jian Yufei’s pupils dilated, a sharp pain stabbing her heart.
Was she really going to die at her father’s hand today?
She wasn’t afraid of death, but what would happen to her father when he recovered, after she died?
What about her mother?
What about Ruan Tianling, what about her child?!
She couldn’t bear to die, she mustn’t die, she absolutely mustn’t die!!!
Xiao Zexin’s eyes showed no hesitation in his murderous intent.
"Dad—" Jian Yufei let out a piercing scream, tears bursting from her eyes.
Xiao Zexin shuddered, but the cobblestone still ca crashing down—
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