Bai Qiao's hoarse voice echoed in the silent room.
No matter how weak her character might be, at this moment, seeing her son's murderer, she gritted her teeth in hatred, "Get out! Get out of here!"
She shattered the glass cup on the windowsill, her chest heaving violently, appearing to feel pain, her face turned pale as she forcefully pressed against her heart.
Afraid she'd get too worked up and go into shock, Wen Shu tugged on Nan's sleeve.
Receiving the signal, a dark mist passed over Nan's eyes, and Bai Qiao's intense emotions gradually calmed down.
Seeing her calm down, Wen Shu walked to her side, wanting to hold her hand to check her injuries, but her arm was slapped away with a "snap."
Leaning against the window, Bai Qiao glared at her viciously, "Get away, you murderer!"
Frowning at her lack of cooperation, Wen Shu forcefully grasped her cold hand, and after a brief examination, her frown deepened.
How could it be like this?
