"Don't hurt him, okay?" Xu Su slowly crouched down, reaching for the dagger in Zhou Mochen's hand.
After a long standoff, Zhou Mochen dodged her hand. "...I knew you'd be soft-hearted. I should have told you to wait in the car."
Pulling Xu Su to her feet, Zhou Mochen tossed the dagger to a bodyguard. "But you have a point. Xu Weiping is your biological father, so it wouldn't be right for me to personally hurt him, nor can I just cripple him."
Before Xu Su could even sigh in relief, she heard him add, "But Susu, you need to understand something. No one gets to hit you, not even your parents. So I'm taking one of his fingers to make him remember this, to remind him what lines not to cross. That's acceptable, isn't it?"
It was a question, but before Xu Su could answer, Xu Weiping's tragic, pained scream rang out.
