"Don't think I won't dare!" Jun Mochan aimed his gun at Huo Yi's forehead.
"What's happening?" Huo's mother walked in with soup, her face changing dramatically at the sight before her.
"Mother, perhaps you should ask him what exactly he's been doing?" Not only did Jun Mochan not lower his gun, he began to put his finger on the trigger.
"Stop it, put away the gun." Huo's mother's voice had changed.
A rare sense of madness appeared in Jun Mochan's eyes: "No, either he dies today, or I do."
Huo's mother was frightened by his words: "What are you doing? That's your brother, your biological brother. After your father and I pass, he will be your closest kin."
"I don't have a brother who covets my wife." Jun Mochan's gaze was cold, devoid of any warmth.
Huo's mother looked at Ye Ranran. Ye Ranran's face was expressionless, the corner of her mouth was bloody, she looked shocked and hadn't snapped back to reality. Huo's mother turned back in surprise and glanced at Huo Yi.