"Song Jingcheng, stop talking nonsense!" Mu Xiao was so angry that his face became ferocious, like a devil crawling out of hell.
Considering his age and the fact that he is the patriarch of the Mu family, how could Mu Xiao tolerate being insulted by Song Jingcheng in front of a group of young people?
Mu Xiao threatened Song Jingcheng with a bluff: "Song Jingcheng, don't think that I will tolerate you again and again just because you are my child's uncle and my wife's younger brother!"
"This is my Mu family's territory, not your Song family's territory. Don't go too far!"
"I'm just old, not dead. Don't think I don't dare to deal with you!"
Hearing this.
Song Jingcheng suddenly stretched out his left hand towards Ma Kai.
Ma Kai held the gift box in one hand, freed his hand to pull out the saber from his waist, and handed it to Song Jingcheng.
Song Jingcheng took the dagger and walked in front of Mu Xiao.
He pointed the sharp blade of the dagger at himself and handed the handle to Mu Xiao, saying calmly, "I'm standing right here. You can kill me with just a stretch of your hand."
After saying that, Song Jingcheng even put the dagger into Mu Xiao's hand considerately: "Come, kill me or chop me up, it's up to you."
Mu Xiao couldn't hold the dagger at all.
His hands were shaking terribly.
Seeing Mu Xiao's cowardly look, Song Jingcheng teased, "Mr. Mu doesn't even have the strength to hold a knife. He's really getting old."
"It seems that Mr. Mu's path of being a gigolo to seduce rich women and ask for support is not feasible."
Duck duck duck!
Mu Xiao was completely out of control after being repeatedly mocked by Song Jingcheng as an old duck.
"Song Jingcheng, I must kill you today!" Mu Xiao was so angry that he raised the dagger and was about to stab Song Jingcheng.
At this moment, a surge of blood rushed to Mu Xiao's crown, and his body fell straight to the ground!
"Dad!" Mu Tingyun caught Mu Xiao in time.
Mu Xiangyi was so frightened that she screamed: "Dad! What's wrong with you!"
Mu Xiao lay in Mu Tingyun's arms, half of his face was crooked.
Seeing Mu Xiao's mouth twitching, Song Jingcheng calmly patted the non-existent dust on his sleeves.
He kindly reminded Mu Tingyun, "Your father has had a stroke. If you don't call 120, today's happy occasion may turn into a funeral."
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