"Sun Zhe, I was wrong! I truly know I was wrong... Don't come any closer!"
As Sun Zhe advanced on him step by step, Zhou Xiaolong couldn't help but recall the horror of that night. His face went deathly pale, and he began to stammer incoherently.
"That's enough, Sun Zhe!"
Seeing that Sun Zhe truly intended to gouge out Zhou Xiaolong's eyes, Han Xinyue suddenly stepped forward to block him. With her son's well-being at stake, she naturally couldn't stand idly by.
Following her, Zhou Chenhao also walked over.
Sun Zhe stopped and looked at the two with a half-smile. "What's this? Are you two planning to fight? Or are you trying to go back on your word?"
Han Xinyue pursed her lips and humbled herself. "Sun Zhe... we can offer you money in exchange for his eyes."
Zhou Chenhao gritted his teeth, his face grim. "Just name your price!"
