For Xiaocheng’s Sake

Chen Xuyao's words shocked everyone.

Madam Chai and Chai Xianglong's eyes hardened. The man stood up and pointed at Chen Xuyao. "Don't you spout nonsense!"

"Young Master Chen, be careful with your words." Madam Chai's voice was cold.

"What? My sister, she—" Zhou Xiaoxia covered her face and cried; she knew that her question was a waste of time. Chen Xuyao was Jiang Yao's friend. He would not have said such nonsense if it were not true. "Xiaocheng, Xiaocheng, if I had known about that earlier, I wouldn't have gone to school. I would have stayed at home with you. I'm so sorry..."

Zhou Xiaoguang grabbed the ashtray on the table and threw it at Chai Xianglong. "Chai Xianglong, you b*stard!"

However, his aim was not good enough. The ashtray fell to the ground; it did not hit Chai Xianglong.

Zhou Xiaoguang glared at Chai Xianglong angrily. He wished he could pounce on him and eat his flesh and his blood.