It's blood!
Mu Qianshui's entire face turned pale with fright, her legs giving out beneath her.
Stunned, she froze for a moment, then turned to look at Mu Shaoqian lying on the ground in pain. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a familiar figure dressed in black.
Her blood-drained face snapped upward, revealing Mo Chuxi's tall, imposing frame striding coldly toward her.
His expression was frozen, void of emotion, like a dark emperor. Every step he took seemed to crush the air from her chest, suffocating her with unbearable weight.
Mu Qianshui's pupils contracted violently as her gaze landed on the gun gripped tightly in Mo Chuxi's right hand.
So the "bang" just now—it was a gunshot!
And that shot had struck Mu Shaoqian. The blood splattered on her face—it belonged to him!
"Shaoqian!"
Ning Zitong's panicked scream snapped Mu Qianshui completely out of her daze.
"Call an ambulance now!"
Mu Jingheng immediately ordered the butler.
