"Young Master Mu!" Ning Yao was flabbergasted, and leaped up from the long bench.
"Qingqing,you…" Mu Yunfan stared at Ning Qing in disbelief.
She actually stabbed him with a knife?
There was a small knife in Ning Qing's hand. Her lips curled up in a thin smile as she said, "Older Brother Yunfan, Ning Yao seems to be very worried about you. Why is this so?"
Ning Yao knew that her overzealous emotions had let the cat out of the bag, and she fell back onto the bench.
"Heh, hehe…" Mu Yunfan laughed and waved his hands around. He signaled the kidnappers in the front, and he squinted while he looked at Ning Qing. "Qingqing, where did I expose myself and make you realize what was going on?"
Ning Qing still held onto the knife, her small white hand was stained with warm blood. It was the first time that she had blood on her hands in her 20 years on earth, and the blood was from Mu Yunfan, who had protected her for 18 years…
