The Stepmother’s Counterattack: Raising a Child in a Bygone Era

"Hurry up! Shen Mingzhu, I’ll only count to three. If you don’t act now, forget about ever seeing your daughter again!"

Under Ou Liya’s frenzied urging, Shen Mingzhu had no choice but to tremblingly take the knife from her son’s hand and raise it high.

Cries of shock arose around her.

Pei Ziheng slowly closed his eyes, quietly awaiting the pain to come.

"Mrs. Pei, keep calm!"

"Don’t do it!"

"Put down the knife."

Amidst the shouts of the negotiators and London police, as well as the gasps of the onlookers, Shen Mingzhu suddenly turned and viciously chopped down on the telephone.

"Fuck you! Ou Liya, if you dare touch a hair on my daughter, I’ll kill your entire family!"

Pei Ziheng opened his eyes, staring blankly at Shen Mingzhu, who was furiously hacking at the telephone, unable to react for quite some time.