Chapter 15 When the familiar round body blocked his path, Li Datao’s hand, which was about to touch the knife, recoiled as if shocked by an electric current. An’an was so angry that his body trembled slightly, but his speech was clearer than ever. “You’re the one who should have no descendants! You still have a house full of grandchildren!” In the alley where they lived, many people often spoke in a vulgar manner after meals, and An’an had heard a few such words. He never thought…