Lin Jinyan's resentment towards Song Xiaotian had reached a point of obsession. Song Xiaotian must die, and so must his son!
"Cough cough, Old Lin, this matter has nothing to do with Da'er. Direct all your grievances at me, there's no need to involve unrelated people." Song Xiaotian said, enduring his discomfort.
Lin Jinyan sneered, "Unrelated? What do you mean by unrelated? He is your son, the father's debt is to be paid by the son!"
"Today, I'll send you both on your way!"
"No!" Song Xiaotian's once pale face suddenly flushed red.
Han Da was his last emotional link. If Han Da died in front of him, he feared he wouldn't last even a month; possibly, his own anger would lead to his death today itself.
Luo Ling was currently treating Han Da, and Lin Jinyan's arrival was so swift that she had no time to react.
"Miss Luo, be careful..." Song Xiaotian's disciples couldn't help but shout.
