"You mad old man!"
"Dad, let go, let go!"
Sun Family and Qiao Meipan each grabbed one of Qiao Qinghe's arms, shaking violently in a desperate attempt to pull his hand away.
But at this moment, Qiao Qinghe was completely consumed by a murderous rage, rendering their efforts futile.
Qiao Meipan was so desperate that she burst into tears.
What should they do?
Someone's going to die!
Sun Family had lived decades longer than Qiao Meipan. Despite their intense anxiety, she had kept her wits about her. Seeing that Qiao Qinghe was immovable as a mountain, she quickly jogged back to the courtyard and picked up a broom.
The courtyards in County Town were small, no need for those large, two to three meter long brooms. In her hand was a small broom about a meter in length. Wielding the broom, she swung at Qiao Qinghe with all her might.
Qiao Qinghe was the man she had adored for decades, but Sun Junyan was her heart and soul.