"If you have any objections, you can call your father over, but I don't mind massacring the Qin family."
As he was leaving, Feng Wuchen dropped another sentence that completely crushed Young Master Qin's hope.
Young Master Qin sat on the ground, his soul seemingly lost, his eyes filled with fear and despair.
Young Master Qin deeply regretted provoking Feng Wuchen for no reason, especially since he had provoked someone he couldn't afford to offend.
Having his tongue cut means he would no longer be able to speak for the rest of his life, no different from being mute.
Young Master Qin took out a blade, hesitating whether to cut off his tongue or not.
If he cut it off, at least he could still live; if not, he would undoubtedly die, and the Qin family could do nothing against Feng Wuchen.
Everyone in the hall focused on Young Master Qin, waiting for him to cut off his tongue, many faces showing a schadenfreude grin.
