"No, Su Baili, you absolutely cannot harm my Chenchen."
Ye Xiaojun exclaimed loudly, her face pale, pleading bitterly, "My Chenchen is innocent. If there is anything, come at us, the parents."
Su Baili snorted coldly, "Li Shuya, it seems you don't want your son to live. I will count to three. Whether your son lives or dies depends entirely on your choice."
Yang Fei's heart chilled, and he became secretly vigilant.
Although his relationship with Li Shuya was good, the depth of understanding was limited. Whether the Li couple would do something against their conscience for their children was unknown to anyone.
Yang Fei dared not place his fate and that of Qin Yanyang and Tong Yunshu in the hands of others.
Simultaneously, he looked towards the colossal figure of Shen Wanjing in the sky and thought to himself, "You are here, so why don't you take action?"
But the massive shadow of Shen Wanjing, although furious, releasing a chilling killing intent, took no tangible action.
