Wu Suyun's mind was filled with Jiang Yunshen. She wanted to stop Jiang Chongjing and couldn't let him hit Yunshen anymore!
At this moment, she couldn't care less. It was completely a mother's instinct to love and protect her son. She rushed to the table beside her, grabbed the fruit knife on the fruit plate, and ran towards Jiang Chongjing.
Jiang Chongjing bent down and grabbed Jiang Yunshen's hand, about to force him to sign when his body suddenly stiffened. He felt a chill on his back and something quickly flowed out.
He turned around and looked at Wu Suyun's pale and terrified face in disbelief.
Wu Suyun held the fruit knife tightly with both hands. Although her hands were trembling, her eyes were very firm.
"You—"
Jiang Chongjing had just said a word when Wu Suyun took a step back. The knife in her hand was pulled out, and scarlet blood splattered everywhere, splashing onto her face. It was hot but quickly cooled down.
