"Even if you're her grandmother, I'll hit you the same!" Mo Nanjue's beautiful peach-blossom eyes narrowed slightly, refracting layers of icy cold arcs, "Anyone who hits her, even if it's my own son, I won't hold back. Understand?"
"You..."
Su Lan suddenly felt at a loss for words.
Mo Nanjue's grip was strong, clutching both of their collars. Su Lan felt suffocated, "I...I can't breathe..."
"Did you think of breathing when you were hitting people?" Mo Nanjue squinted, "Can't breathe now?"
Su Qingtian was also struggling to breathe. She held his wrist, "Second Young Master, do you... do you intend to kill us?"
Just because Su Lan slapped Tong Ran, would he actually kill them?
Mo Nanjue radiated hostility all over. He applied more force, almost about to swing them against the wall. Tong Ran noticed and hurried forward, "Mo Nanjue, don't do this..."
If he really swung them like that, they wouldn't end up alive or intact.
