But now, Xu Jiamu knew. Because of the things his mother had done in the past, the two of them were now at such an arctic stage, and yet she still had no intention of backing down a little bit. So much so, she was just as vicious and merciless as before. With every move, she tried to take someone's life.
Xu Jiamu staggered back two steps and leaned against the fence of the villa. The branches from the roses that grew over the wall pricked him in the neck, but he stood there as though he didn't feel a thing.
So in the afternoon... someone deliberately tripped Qiao Qiao up whilst she was surrounded by reporters.
So in the afternoon... someone deliberately arranged for the camera to fall... the same camera he swiftly pulled his arm forward to keep off.
