Mommy, the wealthy daddy has come to propose again.

Bai Ning couldn't help laughing when she saw Mr. Tang San's angry look. This was exactly the effect she wanted. The more painful he was, the more excited she would be.

"You...you...you little girl, don't be so arrogant at such a young age. Even if I can't get out for the time being, the people under my command can kill you!"

Master Tang San was so angry that he gnashed his teeth and wanted to rush up and beat Bai Ning up. He was a man of no moral integrity and beating women was a common occurrence. However, there were two prison guards nearby, so no matter how capable he was outside, he didn't dare to do anything wrong.

So what if you have great power under your command?

After all, he was an old man in his seventies. In terms of strength alone, he might not even be as good as Bai Ning. He was just being stubborn and could not stand the humiliation, so he had to talk back.

"Oh, then tell him to come. I'm not afraid."

Bai Ning opened the black cloth bag in front of Mr. Tang San, and inside was Shen You's portrait, which showed the old man when he was young, with a broad forehead, a straight nose, handsome eyebrows and eyes, revealing a cool and elegant temperament.

Bai Ning's eyebrows and eyes look very similar to Shen You's, which is also the source of the same cold feeling. Shen Ruxue's eyebrows and eyes also look very similar to her father's, and she inherited his excellent genes.

"It was you who teamed up with Shen Ruyang to plot against my grandfather. Now, kowtow to him and apologize immediately!"

She came to the prison today just to ask Master Tang San to apologize to Shen You. A man as gentle as her grandfather should have lived a comfortable life in the second half of his life, but he died at the hands of this traitor. He deserves to kowtow.

"Apologize? You want me to apologize to Shen You?"

Master Tang San snorted disdainfully: "Stinky girl, I, Master Tang San, will never apologize to Shen You. He was the one who blocked my way in the first place, he deserves to die, just give up on this idea!"

Mr. Tang San has always been conceited. Not to mention Shen You, even if a knife was placed on his neck and he asked Lan Wangyuan to apologize, he might not admit defeat.

Anyway, now that he is in prison and has lost his glory, life and death are no longer important to him. Although he is afraid of death, he cares more about dignity and face while he is alive.

"It's okay if you don't apologize, Third Master. I'm going to show you something. I hope you can still remain as stubborn as you are now after seeing it."

Bai Ning took out his cell phone from his bag without haste, made a video call to Lan Qichen on the spot, and then moved the playback screen in front of Mr. Tang San so that he could see the content carefully.

The camera showed a boy who looked young, about ten years old. His hands and feet were tied to a chair, with a piece of white cloth stuffed in his mouth. He looked painful and struggled helplessly.

Lan Qichen took the cloth out of the boy's mouth. He saw Master Tang San on the other side of the video and became more and more agitated. He shouted hoarsely, "Grandpa, save my grandpa!"

"Grandpa and the others are going to kill me, you have to save me! Help!"

The boy is the grandson of Mr. Tang San, a minor with a rebellious temper and never willing to be disciplined. Who would have thought that he would fall into Lan Qichen's hands this time? He is bound to suffer.

The moment Master Tang San saw his grandson, he couldn't sit still. He had no son, so he was eagerly looking forward to his only grandson to inherit his mantle, but he absolutely couldn't let the little guy lose his life!

"Stop! Don't touch my dragon!"

Master Tang San stood up in panic and asked Lan Qichen to stop with a nervous look. He was just a prisoner now and had no right to negotiate with the other party. He could only beg bitterly.

"Master Lan, I only have this one grandson. Are you going to make my Tang family extinct? Just let him go!"

Cut off children and grandchildren?

Why does this sound so familiar?