When she reacted, she immediately struggled violently. There was a tearing sound in her throat.
"Ah!! You despicable person!"
"Ah! No, no, I beg you…"
The old lady behind him knelt on the ground and grabbed Bo Jinchuan's pants. Tears streamed down her wrinkled face.
"Please, let my son go, let him go…"
"Mom!!"
The smile on Bo Jinchuan's face was replaced by coldness.
She looked down at the old man kneeling on the ground and then at Yu Song.
Yu Song's heart skipped a beat and he hurried forward to help the old lady up.
"Please, let my son go. Don't kill my son. Don't…"
The old lady was wearing a rough green shirt, but it was clean. Her short and thin body was supported by two guards, and she looked so light.
"I beg you… kowtow to you, please…"
Her mother's cries, helplessness, despair, and humility made the hearts of the guards, who thought that their hearts were as hard as steel, ache.