This man is too formidable.
Who is Xia Xiaonuan... Were they beaten up senseless all because these two men are fighting over a woman?
Wait a minute, there's a third man...
A bit confusing... They should hurry and flee.
Situ Yan watched Nangong Feihong leaving, and clenched his hanging fist.
He just didn't want him to be hurt again because of what happened last time, but... it seems like he's starting to hate him more and more.
Situ Yan closed his eyes slightly.
In his mind, a faint image of a young mother holding a swaddled infant and leaving appeared.
"Mommy... don't leave me! Don't take away my little brother!" shouted the six-year-old Situ Yan, chasing after the car, crying.
"Good child... Mommy is sorry, you must take good care of yourself... Mommy will definitely come back for you!"
"Little Hong... Mommy...!" Situ Yan collapsed to the ground, watching the taxi disappear in despair, tears blurring his vision.
