Shi Jiubai, however, paid him no heed at all, and took a few steps forward, walking up to Little Xiao'an and pinching her delicate face.
Bending down, he glared at Little Xiao'an's fine features, which faintly resembled those of An Ziqi, his heart filled with even more fury.
With a cold snort, he suddenly increased the strength in his hand.
Little Xiao'an's cheeks were tender, and being pinched so hard, she began crying loudly from her sleep with a "wah".
Xiao Yining's wrists were all worn out, but he finally managed to climb up from the floor with difficulty. His feet were shackled together, so he could only hop forward, violently shoving away Shi Jiubai's hand to shield Little Xiao'an, and said fiercely to her, "Don't you dare touch my sister."
"Heh," Shi Jiubai let out a cold laugh, and reached out to grab Xiao Yining's neck, lifting him up, "I'll not only touch her, but I'll kill her too. What can you possibly do to me?"
