"Old An, let Yuxian go, or someone is really going to get killed!"
Zhou Huimin cried out, her emotions genuinely spilling over this time.
An Guohua did have some feelings for Zhou Huimin after all.
He glanced at Zhou Huimin and released the hand that was gripping An Yuxian.
In the last moment before she fainted, An Yuxian collapsed onto the ground, propping herself up on one hand while coughing desperately, her throat feeling as if it had been stabbed with a knife.
Zhou Huimin quickly let go of An Guohua, "Yuxian, how are you?"
Zhou Huimin held An Yuxian, carefully checking her and seeing the clear strangulation marks on her daughter's neck and the imprint of a hand on her face. Her heart tightened, especially since her daughter's mistake this time was too grave, and she might not be able to protect her.
