In the face of Sun Hongtu's sharp gaze, Sun Xinfeng was truly afraid, and at that moment he felt as if he had been stabbed with a knife.
"Grandpa, I didn't mean that, I didn't mean that."
What a joke, Sun Xinfeng knew well that if he dared to show an attitude of wishing Sun Xinyue dead in front of his grandfather, he might never be allowed to enter the Sun Family's house ever again.
"Hmph!"
Sun Hongtu gave a cold snort, but did not pay any more attention to Sun Xinfeng. He had a vague understanding of the issues between the first and second branches of the family, but being torn between his two sons made it difficult for him to take a firm stance. However, if Sun Xinfeng were to act in a way that invited joy from foes and pain from kin, Sun Hongtu wouldn't mind personally putting his house in order.