"Ah ah ah ah."
Fan Tong felt a chill on his neck and warmth below, and got so scared he wet himself.
Gu Honglian's hairpin didn't pierce through Fan Tong's neck.
As soon as the tip went in, it was snatched away by the approaching Gu Dashu.
"Aunt, you can't use Yue Er's hairpin to stab Uncle. Use your own hairpin."
If he accidentally dies, the government won't be able to make sense of it.
"If I had a hairpin on my head, would I have pulled Yue Er's?"
Gu Honglian was disheveled, with not a single piece of jewelry on her head.
Gu Dashu thought the aunt could calmly discuss hairpins with him, meaning her madness today wasn't due to a broken mind.
As she spoke, she tried to snatch the hairpin back from Gu Dashu to stab Fan Tong again.
Fan Tong lay in the snow and exhaled deeply, tremblingly saying, "Dashu, Dashu, save me, your aunt wants to kill me."
Gu Dashu held the hairpin tightly in his hand.
