"What... what... what did you say?! Whose son is Xiaoyu?!"
"Gu Xuanye."
The realization hit Murong Qiong like a bolt from the blue, her face turning as pale as death, and it was as if her soul had been sucked out of her body, her eyes staring blankly at Mo Qiansu.
Suddenly.
"Ah——"
"Ah—— Ahhh——"
Murong Qiong held her head in her hands, screaming hysterically, laughing and crying at the same time, completely losing her mind.
She still clutched the fruit knife tightly in her hand, and now the blade cut across her face, the crimson blood streaming down her pallid cheeks, dripping drop by drop onto her clothes, yet she was oblivious to it all.
In fear of being harmed by her mother, Mo Qiansu didn't think twice and went to grab the knife from her.
Murong Qiong seemed to sense this and suddenly looked up, her eyes flashing a terrifying murderous intent.
She gritted her teeth, "Bitch, I'll kill you! I'll kill you!!"
