"Mother."
The little girl broke free from Mu Ruyue's hand and dashed toward the young woman, crashing into her embrace. She laughed adorably, "Mother, how come you're here?"
"Well," the young woman tapped the little girl's nose affectionately and said, "you ran out here by yourself, how could I not worry? You really are, I don't even know who you take after."
The little girl stuck out her tongue playfully and smiled sweetly, "Mother, just now that bad man wanted to hit Qingqing with his carriage, but luckily this sister rescued me, otherwise Qingqing would never see Mother again."
"Oh?" The young woman's expression darkened slightly as her gaze shifted to the infuriated Qin Luo, and she scoffed, "Was it you who wanted to hurt my precious daughter?"
"Hmph," Qin Luo snorted coldly, "Who told this little girl to not get out of the way? If she died, then she died. I, Qin Luo, am from the Qin Family, what's the big deal in killing someone?"
