“Dad, let’s hurry and push him down!” said the sister-in-law.
Lu Jialing shoved Li Zifeng hard in the lower back and said through gritted teeth to Lu Yun, “He’s gripping the window ledge for dear life. Pry his hands off!”
Meanwhile, Liang Fu came out of the kitchen holding a chillingly cold cleaver. “Be careful. I’ll chop his hand with this. Once it hurts, he’ll let go, and then you can push him down.”
