"On what ground???" Zhang Fengxi snapped at Xie Jianshen as he struggled to push himself to a sitting position.
"On the ground of endangering your own children -- my nephews, if you haven't figured it out already, you fool!!!"
"..."
Zhang Fengxi was speechless for several seconds.
And then, a sense of dread washed upon him like a splash of icy water.
"Did something happen to Mingrui and Junjie...?"
Xie Jianshen narrowed his eyes at Zhang Fengxi. He carefully folded Qiao Wei's letter and tucked it inside his chest.
"I want to see the content of that letter!" Zhang Fengxi demanded.
"Presumptuous," Xie Jianshen's voice was akin to a whiplash against a bloody wound. "This letter is addressed to me, not to you. Unfortunately, Little Yu has come to realize that there is no use talking to you, thus he feels the need to talk to me directly."
Zhang Fengxi gritted his teeth.