Hearing a muffled groan, Wang Yu quickly raised his head to glance at Qiao Sijia, only to find her biting her lips tightly, her brows deeply furrowed, her face pale, and her expression one of immense pain.
"Qiao Sijia, what's wrong?"
Wang Yu anxiously asked and reached out to her, but at that moment he noticed a flying knife embedded in Qiao Sijia's abdomen, with blood spurting from the wound.
"Qiao Sijia!"
Wang Yu shouted loudly as a mist clouded his eyes.
Hearing the shout, Qin Tian quickly came over, and when he saw the flying knife stuck in Qiao Sijia's abdomen, he was momentarily stunned. That knife was the very one he had used earlier to kill a stray dog.
"Why would you do such a thing?" Wang Yu yelled, cradling Qiao Sijia in his arms, his voice choked with sobs.
