The word "kill" was too harsh. Mr. Xie was furious; his fifth son had always been reckless with his words. "Jie—"
"Jie Jianguo!" Mrs. Xie stormed into the room. 'This isn't good,' Mr. Xie thought grimly. He shot a threatening, warning glare at Jie Jingjue and released his ear.
"Yan Qiu, where have you been? I looked for you outside but couldn't find you." Mr. Xie's gentle tone was meant to pacify her.
"What's going on?" Mrs. Xie asked, looking at Jing Wu, who was lying face down on the bed.
"Mom, Dad doesn't love me. He only loves Second Brother. I'm hurt, but he still told me to drive Second Brother to the hospital. When I refused, he tried to tempt me with money, and when I didn't fall for it, he threatened me," Jie Jingjue tattled.
"He's faking it," Mr. Xie declared, convinced Jing Wu was putting on an act. He believed Jing Si knew his own strength and that Jing Wu was just making a big deal out of nothing.
