If it were any other small matter, Lu Jiahe would help his cousin even at the cost of losing face.
However, when it comes to something so atrocious, Lu Jiahe's conscience simply won't allow him to shield the perpetrator.
"Jiahe, our entire family is on our knees begging you!"
Seeing Lu Jiahe mercilessly refuse him, Lu Jiayong hurriedly stood up, looking anxious, unable to believe Lu Jiahe would deny his request.
"Jiahe, how heartless you are! Yunfei used to call you uncle, and now you want to see him sentenced to death."
"If Yunfei dies, my family line ends with him."
"You know, I lost the ability to have children years ago; Yunfei is my only son."
"How can I face our deceased father then? I'd die without peace!"
Faced with Lu Jiayong's accusations, Lu Jiahe's face suddenly turned pale, a surge of heat reversing through his body.
In the next moment, the corners of Lu Jiahe's mouth were stained with bright red blood, slowly flowing out.
