Huo Jiajia's pupils bulged outward, her two hands desperately clawing at Huo Zhanting's hand, trying to pry it away. But after struggling for a long time, it was fruitless. Her face flushed red, the oxygen in her nasal cavity dwindling by the second. She couldn't control her eyes rolling upward, looking as though she was about to faint.
At this moment, Huo Zhanting seemed like a Grim God who would kill any deity or Buddha that crossed his path. Nearby, Sun Lanfang was so terrified her legs turned weak. But when Huo Jiajia, using all her remaining strength, turned toward her with a pleading look, Sun Lanfang couldn't help but beg for mercy.
After all, this was the daughter she carried for ten months before giving birth.
No matter how useless this daughter was, she was still her child.
