Faced with Xia Liu's mad demeanor, Yang Feifei was convinced Xia Liu was ill.
And severely ill at that.
As Yang Feifei withdrew his hand, Han Min's suspended heart finally relaxed.
But what Yang Feifei said next plunged Han Min into confusion.
"Han Min, I'll give you a month to think about it. If you don't want to marry me, that's fine. I'll take Qianqian back! When she grows up, I'll marry her!"
"Sister!"
"Let me go, you beast!"
As Qianqian was picked up by the strong man, she struggled incessantly.
She cursed out every foul word she knew.
"Yang Feifei! You can't take Qianqian away! I'll fight you to the death!"
Roaring, Han Min raised the dagger and approached, intending to stab Yang Feifei.
But she was a frail woman, how could she be a match for Yang Feifei, a martial world expert?
Facing the pure and lotus-like Han Min, Yang Feifei did not deal a heavy hand.
He simply grabbed her wrist, then disarmed the dagger and tossed it aside.
