"Nancheng! Do you really think I won't act against you!" Fu Qingrou's face was extremely cold, her tone fierce.
"Of course not."
"Heh, fine. Since you want to repay it for her, start with yourself first!"
As she finished speaking, Fu Qingrou turned her head and coldly said to the strong man beside her, "Go."
The strong man's expression was stern, he tightly gripped the iron rod in his hand, and stepped forward slowly.
Seeing this, Fu Nancheng did not flinch.
Instead, he gently placed Qiao Mo on the ground and looked at Yan Yiheng, saying, "Take her away first."
"I'm not leaving!" Qiao Mo stood on the ground, swaying, her pale hands gripping his collar tightly, "I'm not leaving! I'm not leaving!"
His gaze softened a bit, his large hand covered her small hand tightly.
"Be good, wait for me at home."
Qiao Mo frantically shook her head, tears instantly streaming down her face, "I'm not leaving... I'm not leaving!"
