don't ... Don't hurt my Xiang Xiang. Song Wan broke out in a cold sweat.
sure. Xia Yixuan kept her phone and picked up the scabbard from the ground. She placed the fruit knife inside. It was so sharp that it could stab someone to death. Song Wan should be familiar with this feeling because she had been stabbed in the stomach before, and the scar might still be there.
"Give me the child in your hands and I'll let Chu Xiang go. Otherwise, I'll slit her throat and turn her into a dead child."
Xia Yixuan laughed coldly. She had been looking at the child who was being held by Song Wan with hatred.
She looked exactly like a b * tch like Xia ruoxin. She really hated this face. She wished she could destroy this face just like how she had destroyed Xia ruoxin's face back then.
