Qiao Xu was taken aback as she finally realized what had been bothering her just now. Hearing the word "husband" made her skin crawl.
"Can you keep your mouth shut and be a quiet gentleman?"
Lu Moqing's smile at the corner of his lips stiffened slightly, then he laughed softly, awkwardly touching the tip of his nose, "As you say."
Qiao Xu no longer paid attention to Lu Moqing. As she was selecting toys with Qiao Yi in the toy area, there was suddenly a commotion in the supermarket.
Following that were screams.
Looking toward the sound, they saw a middle-aged man wearing a jacket, wielding an 18-inch British machete, cutting through the bustling crowd, attacking anyone he saw.
Already, several people were injured on the ground, covered in blood.
Cries for help and screams were heard intermittently in the crowded supermarket.
