Jiang Han shivered all over, "Dad, Dad, what are you going to do?"
Jiang Zhongxing's eyes were cold and emotionless as he looked at him, and slowly said, "Break your legs."
A chill climbed up Jiang Han's spine.
He trembled all over, shaking as he roared, "What did I do wrong? How dare you—"
Before he finished speaking, Jiang Zhongxing slapped him to the ground.
Jiang Zhongxing looked at Jiang Han lying on the ground like a dog, and coldly said, "You are worse than a pig or a dog, and you dare attempt to patricide and fratricide!"
Jiang Han, lying on the ground, was so scared by these words that he wet himself.
He was truly scared, the carpet underneath him was soaked, and the room was instantly filled with the stench of urine.
Jiang Zhongxing smelled the stench and suddenly felt that breaking his legs was not a good idea.
This thing, so stupid, vicious, and cowardly, was actually his son, Jiang Zhongxing. What a disgrace!
Perhaps it would be better to kill him?
