"Don't worry, I won't die." An Linlin said with a low laugh.
The person who had just been holding An Linlin was also scared out of their wits, not daring to act rashly for fear that she might actually commit suicide.
At this moment, Chen Ningjing could tell that An Linlin was not joking, but dead serious.
She looked at An Linlin with a complex gaze, heartbroken at the thought that An Linlin would harm herself for strangers. Why couldn't she do the same for her family?
"To threaten your mother with your life for the sake of two people who have no blood relation to you? Do you not realize that the person you're trying to save is your own younger brother?" Chen Ningjing scolded coldly.
But An Linlin suddenly laughed.
She stood there, calmly meeting Chen Ningjing's gaze.
"Right, we're blood-related, yet you are intent on seeing me dead. You're my mother, yet you want my life."
