This was not the point, the point was, in his own home, Feng Lin was sitting on the sofa while his own father actually stood.
"Kneel down."
Feng Lin looked indifferently towards Xie Xing.
"Me, kneel down? Hahaha! What are you?"
Xie Xing thought he had heard wrong, to come to his own house and be told to kneel down.
This was truly outrageous without bounds.
"Make him kneel."
Feng Lin smiled and pinched Chi Qiaoqiao's cheek.
"Don't pinch my face."
Chi Qiaoqiao pouted slightly, then swung her hand forcefully, and a red butterfly flew out from her sleeve.
The red butterfly flew in a curved arc.
Its wings were like blades.
Swish swish!
It flew past Xie Xing's legs.
Pfft!
Blood sprayed from Xie Xing's legs.
Because of the speed, Xie Xing didn't realize at first, it took a full two seconds before he felt a stabbing pain in his legs.
"Ah!"
Xie Xing screamed, his legs uncontrollably kneeling on the ground.