The waves of cold emanating from his body made Zhao Xiufen shudder uncontrollably, but even so, she still held her old face high, her expression filled with a loathsome air, clearly, Zhao Xiufen still wanted to argue her case.
"Whether the child is your grandson or not, murder demands a life..."
Xiao Yifei narrowed his eyes as he began to speak with indifference, but before he could finish, he was abruptly interrupted by a muffled sound from beside him.
"Bang!"
The resolute sound of a gunshot suddenly rang out, and Zhao Xiufen, who was shot between the eyebrows just in front of Xiao Yifei, fell to the ground with a look of disbelief and indignation on her face.
"Bang—"
Following that, Zhao Xiufen, who looked at him with defiant and incredulous eyes, hit the ground hard, breathless; and from her originally nauseating old face, one could still clearly discern a look of disbelief.
Obviously, she had never expected that she would be directly shot to death over this matter.
