137 A great-grandchild?

Han Guang snorted. "Uncle. It's just a minor bruise on her head. Not like she is on her death bed or something-"

"Aunt!" Zhiyuan angrily raised his voice that loudly echoed in the Han villa. His dark gaze threateningly penetrated hers. "Don't talk like that about Xinyi again. Just don't mention anything remotely closer to her…"

After experiencing the horror of almost losing Xinyi, he didn't wish to hear even the mention of her death anymore. 

Before Han Huizhong could rebuke them, Zhiyuan already did it for him. He narrowed his eyes on him.

Han Guang was startled and equally shocked about this sudden change in him. Han Mingli said, "Zhiyuan, please. Don't forget that she is your Aunt and an elder. You are being disrespectful to her. She didn't mean any harm."