The three figures racing over, the one at the front was undoubtedly Huangfu Ping.
At this moment, seeing An Shaotang kneeling in front of An Yiyi and Xiao Chen, she was trembling with anger.
Wasn't he supposed to avenge their son?
Kneeling in front of someone to seek revenge?
Her husband, Huangfu Ping's man, how could he be such a coward?
"Huangfu Shaotang, stand up right now! Do you have the semblance of a man?"
Huangfu Ping erupted in anger.
Having just lost her beloved son and now seeing her man so spineless, she wanted to kill to vent.
"Shaotang, this is your last chance. Don't wait for me to take action." Xiao Chen said coldly, "If I take action, you will definitely regret it."
"Youngster, how arrogant!"
A voice like an unmoved rock, cold and eternal, sounded.
Behind Huangfu Ping were two people, one was Huangfu Cheng, and the other was an elderly man with a full head of white hair but energetic eyes.
