"Young Master!"
Whoosh—
Another dark figure leaped down from the second floor.
Bang!
The figure delivered a flying kick that struck the woman's arm.
The gun went awry!
An Ru, cradling her left arm, fell to the ground, while the previously subdued Nan Zhuoyuan stood calmly unharmed.
Next to him stood a woman in black, looking down at her from above.
An Ru recognized the face immediately.
"Nan Yu, weren't you at the police station? How come you're here?"
Nan Yu removed her hat, looking at her skeptically, sure she had never seen this person before.
"I'm not the murderer, why should I be at the police station?"
She stepped on the gun, preventing An Ru from snatching it back, and looked her in the eyes.
"Why are you helping Jiang Feishun? I'm not the blood daughter of Nan Luzhi, just a former adopted daughter disowned by the Nan Family."
Upon hearing this, An Ru was taken aback, staring at her intensely, doubting her own life.
