Chen Mei's face paled at Wei Rong's suggestion, anxiety washing over her like a crashing wave.
Her hands trembled as she clenched them into fists, her heart pounding wildly in her chest.
It was clear she completely disagreed with the idea.
Without hesitation, she spun around and rushed back to Grandma Qing, gripping the elderly woman's arm tightly.
"Grandma, you can't let them do this!" she pleaded, her voice laced with desperation.
"Lin Feng only killed those bastards because they harmed his friends and kidnapped innocent girls. This isn't his fault!"
Her purple eyes shimmered with urgency as she gazed at her grandmother, hoping—praying—for some form of intervention.
Chen Qing met her granddaughter's frantic gaze with a complicated expression before firmly shaking her head.
"You know I can't do that, little one," she said, her voice steady yet tinged with regret.
