Listening to Mo Xuehong's words, Mu Beiting's brows frowned tightly, his teeth clenching, and he squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth, "What exactly do you want? She's just a newborn child. The grudges between adults should be solved by adults. Don't drag an innocent child into this!"
"Innocent? Muyao was innocent too, but did anyone pity her, sympathize with her? If you had saved her back then, she wouldn't have died so young! It's all because of you, you killed her, and today I'll kill this child, so you'll live in guilt and pain for the rest of your life!" With that, Mo Xuehong held the child in one arm and slowly reached for her neck with the other!
Seeing Mo Xuehong's hand squeezing his precious daughter's neck, Mu Beiting hurriedly said, "Mo Xuehong, she's your biological granddaughter, isn't she? Killing her is no different than killing your own daughter. She carries a quarter of your blood!"
