C59 You Are Not Worthy of Me Kneeling!

In the dead of night, Zhu Haozhong sat on the grand armchair in the Zhu family's main hall, his face so dark with anger it seemed as though it could drip with gloom.

Beside him, Zhu Chengren stood with furrowed brows, clearly troubled.

Below, Zhu Chengcai and his wife wept beside a stretcher where an unconscious man lay, his face deathly pale and his body drenched in blood. It was Zhu Binn