An Xiaxia was genuinely shocked by her impudence.
Had Song Qingwan forgotten that just an hour ago, she had been trying to kill An Xiaxia with a glass shard?
So, Song Qingwan's life should be cherished, but not An Xiaxia's?
"Song Qingwan, you're so… ridiculous." An Xiaxia was utterly speechless. Sheng Yize put it more plainly and threatened her with a raised eyebrow. "If you're in so much pain, how about I make it stop forever?"
Song Qingwan shuddered. She then recalled that unknown shooter and broke into a cold sweat.
If that person had aimed at her head…
She screamed, "Mummy, I don't want to die! Help me!"
Chu Zhiyun cursed inwardly and with a grim face, she asked the doctor to take Song Qingwan away. She then straightened her clothes and walked toward the door with her most elegant gait.
Sheng Yize said suddenly, "Ms. Chu, is Song Qingwan really Mr. Song's daughter?"
Chu Zhiyun halted, her heart racing.
