You Killed His Only Son!

Yan Ye was almost mesmerized by Beiting Huang's coquettish behavior.

It was rare for her to act like a little girl. Fortunately, it was extremely short and only he saw it. Yan Ye smiled and shook his head. "You can't blame his son. This old thing has lived for 300 years and married more than 100 wives, but none of them could give birth to a son. It wasn't easy for him to have a son, but in the end, he only ran out for less than two days and was stabbed to death by you. How can he not be anxious?"

"How is this being anxious? He wants my life!" Beiting Huang snorted. "This old thing has lived for more than 300 years. He's simply senile. Not only is he not grateful to me, but he also wants to take revenge on me. He's repaying kindness with ingratitude!"

Yan Ye didn't quite understand. "Why should he be grateful to you? You killed his only son!"