"I heard that your mother's dying wish was for you to have a child to continue the family line, am I wrong?" Wu Santong said coldly with a sneer.
"You're despicable!"
Mu Jing roared, "Threatening me with a two-year-old child, what kind of skill is that!"
Wu Santong frowned, covered his nose, and stepped back two steps, then said coldly, "Yes, indeed my method is somewhat despicable, but if it works, it's fine. These things, our senior wouldn't do, he disdains doing them, but I'm different. I'm merely a follower of our senior, I actually have no purpose here with him, but these dirty jobs I can handle."
"Say whatever you wish, I only ask you one thing now, the matter of Mu Mansion, will you speak or not."
"If you speak, I won't disturb the mother and son; if you don't speak, then it's uncertain if your only son might accidentally fall to his death tomorrow, or be eaten by some wild beast."
Wu Santong sat down and quietly watched Mu Jing.
