Fu Yanzhi nodded, "Not bad, quite satisfactory. As expected of Huo Jincheng! Even in this situation, his demeanor doesn't change."
"Heh..." Huo Jincheng let out a cold laugh and said, "So now, can I stand up?"
"You may. Stand up!" Fu Yanzhi said in a condescending tone.
Huo Jincheng was indeed very proud, but whether it was pride or dignity, nothing could compare to Lu Xingzhi.
To exchange those two things for Lu Xingzhi, it was worth it no matter what.
"Uncle... husband..." Lu Xingzhi didn't shout or scream; she just shed tears of heartache.
How could he?
He was such a proud person.
Such an outstanding man.
Yet for her, he knelt down.
"Don't be afraid." Huo Jincheng looked at Lu Xingzhi with a doting smile, "It doesn't hurt. It's okay."
But as he said this, the right pant leg of Huo Jincheng was stained red with blood.
"Give me the dagger. Didn't you want to scar my face?" Lu Xingzhi asked coldly, looking at Fu Yanzhi, puzzled by this undeserved disaster.
