An Xiangrong's already pallid cheeks turned even paler.
But she hooked up the corner of her mouth to reveal a smile, "Gu Mingyu, while speaking of me, shouldn't you also take a look at yourself?"
Seeing the mockery in An Xiangrong's eyes, Gu Mingyu was taken aback, and then his expression quickly turned cold, "What gives you the right to compare yourself to An Ling? You're not even worth one of her fingers."
"Gu Mingyu, enough already. Don't you know that An Ling is just a stray dog that the An Family adopted?"
Mu Yan, who was standing on the side, couldn't help but speak out. But the moment his words fell, Gu Mingyu's eyes became filled with an unparalleled bloodthirst.
But that wasn't directed at Mu Yan, but at An Xiangrong, "If you want me to spare this person, you must leave with me, with the child."
Hearing Gu Mingyu's words, An Xiangrong's eyes filled with bewilderment and incomprehension, "I can go with you, but Weiwei must stay here."
"Heh heh..."
