"Huoda, get out of my way!" Ye Che's hand was trembling, unable to fathom why Huoda was still protecting Xiya.
Huoda bit his lip, shielding Xiya behind him, staring at the gun in Ye Che's hand, seemingly unrepentant for his earlier actions; "She is my mother after all—"
Blood is thicker than water, perhaps this is life's instinct. Even if he hates her, even if he refuses to acknowledge her, he cannot watch Xiya die before his eyes, killed by Ye Che...
Ye Che raised the gun, ready to fire another bullet, but at that moment, he heard Xia Weiyi's heart-wrenching scream: "Aunt Tong, wake up, you can't die~~Ye Che, Ye Che!"
Ye Che's sanity was suddenly pulled back, the bloodshot in his eyes gradually dispersed, no longer caring about Huoda and Xiya, he lifted his leg and rushed to the roadside, holding Xia Weiyi's shoulders, he embraced her.
"Are you scared? Tell me, are you scared?!"
