Qiu Linghua was afraid that Jiang Xingye might kick her son so hard that he would be crippled, and hurriedly came over to try to hold Jiang Xingye's leg. Jiang Xingye dared not let her touch him, took a step back and said coldly, "If you dare spew filth again, I'll cripple Sun Laizi!"
His gaze was fierce, like a lone wolf in midnight, exuding a strong aura of hostility all over him. No one would forget that this man killed at age twelve; if his own mother hadn't stopped him, he would have really chopped that person up. Who wouldn't be scared!
The onlookers retreated at a safe distance, silent as cicadas in winter.
Jiang Xingye also saw the fear on Qiu Linghua's face, which brought him back to his senses. He looked up in horror at Xu Qinghuan and naturally saw the disbelief in her eyes.
At this moment, his heart sank to the bottom. He quickly turned away, hands in pockets, head lowered, like a criminal being publicly tried, dejectedly walking toward his home.
