His voice was neither loud nor soft, yet every word struck heavily on Xiaonuan's heart.
She trembled as she reached out her hand, picking up from the gilded tray, on the red velvet, the beautiful flowingly-lined, luxurious, yet cold and intimidating handgun.
She held the handgun, her fingers trembling.
"No! Grandpa! You can't do this! I am your own granddaughter! Grandpa!"
Nangong screamed and threw herself onto Nangong Jinlie.
She screamed, kneeling on the ground, frantically grabbing Nangong Jinlie's calf: "Grandpa, I was wrong! I already know I was wrong! But that was just a... a child not yet born... That doesn't count as murder, even by law...
Even by law, it cannot be sentenced to death!
How can you just sentence me to death like this? Grandpa... I was wrong, I beg you to give me a chance! Grandpa..."
"Enough!" Nangong Jinlie's face turned a furious red, he shouted, and with one kick, flung Nangong Zhongli away.
