"Let me draw a tube of blood from you every day, and I won't bother her."
Sheng Xiuming remained silent.
Before Sheng Youxia could stop him, he asked, "For how long?"
Sheng Youxia grew angrier, regretting not having crippled that Zhao surname guy that day.
"For a week—"
"Woof woof woof!"
The dog held by Young Mr. Zhao began to bark.
Sheng Youxia quickly approached the two, "Dad, don't be foolish!"
Sheng Xiuming hadn't expected her to be there and thought Young Mr. Zhao had called her, "Xiaxia, you better leave."
"You can't bow down to this; I won't allow it!"
The Sheng Family had some dignity, and even if Sheng Xiuming was no longer able to fight, they couldn't let a bastard like this trample over them.
"Xiaxia—"
Young Mr. Zhao remembered the grudge over testicles; it was irreconcilable.
He let go of his big dog, "Bite them to death, I'll pay if someone dies."
The dog, professionally trained, dashed towards Sheng Youxia and Sheng Xiuming.